The descent into the physical chamber of the Forge of Creation felt entirely different from the desperate, terrifying plunge they had undertaken months ago. They were no longer a fractured, starving pantheon hiding from the wrath of the heavens. They were an absolute, unified vanguard walking into the armory to retrieve the ultimate weapon.
Ignis led the way down the massive, winding spiral staircase carved directly into the bedrock beneath the manor. The God of Knowledge did not lean on his golden cane. He moved with a flawless, terrifying systemic grace, his metallic body humming with the perfectly balanced energy of the four elemental nodes.
