Chapter 113: The Gathering of Kings
The massive brass gates of the Iron Estate swung open to welcome the apex predators of the continent.
The Grand Hall was a cavernous masterpiece of obsidian and polished steel.
King Regent Hardsteel sat at the head of the massive circular table, his mechanical eye whirring softly as the delegations filed into the room.
Archduke Vladis Crimson arrived first. The ancient vampire adjusted his velvet cuffs, his crimson eyes sweeping over the exposed pipes and humming machinery with aristocratic disgust. He viewed the kingdom of iron and steam as a noisy, filthy nuisance.
Warlord Bloodfang stomped into the room next. The massive Orc chieftain carried a heavily notched battleaxe strapped to his broad back. He immediately locked eyes with High Lord Malphas.
The towering, volcanic demon was already seated, his skin practically smoldering against the obsidian chair. The two martial kings traded a look of pure, unspoken violence.
