"Are you saying that your prosthetic has become a dragon's armament?" Nasser asked, his voice filled with curiosity. Even Mev gave Miguel's intricately forged steel prosthetic a fresh look.
Miguel shrugged.
"I asked something similar, but it told me it didn't quite deserve that title. Apparently, I haven't left a big enough mark on history to be granted such a grand enchantment. If it did, it would disrupt causality and anger the gods or something."
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