(Meanwhile, The Pit, Helmuth's POV)
Helmuth stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the central basin of The Pit, his arms folded calmly behind his back, his expression tightened into a deep frown as the metallic ring of hammers, chisels, and arcane tools echoed across the volcanic plains beneath him.
*Chik* *Chik*
*Tap* *Tap*
*Grind* *Grind*
*Thrum* *Thrum*
The ground trembled every few seconds from the sheer density of power being poured into the earth, as teams of the Righteous Faction's greatest runesmiths, blacksmiths, engineers, wardmasters, and geomancers crawled across the landscape like ants, each working on one segment of the colossal Chakravyuh formation being carved into the planet's crust.
Lines of silver, gold, and bloody red etchings spiraled outward in concentric circles, forming a labyrinth so dense and intricate that even gods who mastered the laws of the universe could not help but pause upon seeing it.
