Lucifer strode into the Aether-Forge.
The subterranean cavern beneath Zephyria hummed with massive suppressed energy. The blue and purple glow of the Void-Core Reactor illuminated the dark metal scaffolding and the pulsing crimson veins of Vexia's Sanguine Grid.
Dwarf King Thrain was shouting orders at the automated assembly arms. He directed the continuous forging of the remaining Arcane Sentinel Titans. The massive machines clanked and sparked in the background.
"Warlord!" Thrain bellowed and spotted Lucifer on the catwalk. The dwarf wiped sweat from his singed beard and dropped his heavy hammer. "You are walking! The blood-leech and the holy girl said you were cooked."
"I was," Lucifer replied smoothly. "Now I'm not."
He walked down the metal stairs and approached the raised dais where the Void-Core Reactor hummed.
