The Aether-Forge was a chaotic disaster of contrasting magic.
Sparks rained down from the massive robotic assembly arms. The heavy rhythmic pounding of hammers competed with the screech of pressurized magical steam.
The air smelled strongly of hot iron, ozone, and old blood.
Dwarf King Thrain and Princess Vexia were currently screaming at each other!
"You cannot run liquid blood magic directly through the Star-Metal coolant valves, you oversized bat!" Thrain roared.
The dwarf slammed a massive wrench onto the metal console. His beard was singed and his soot-covered face was purple with rage. "It coagulates! You'll clog the intake manifolds and blow the entire reactor to the Abyss!"
"It only coagulates because your archaic prehistoric plumbing doesn't maintain proper thermal pressure, you stunted mole!" Vexia shrieked back.
