Chapter 148 - CHAPTER 148: SYMPHONY OF MACHINES AND BOILING BLOOD

​The footsteps of Rianor Sudrath echoed sharply through the marble corridors of the Iron Hearth City Hospital, which had grown eerily quiet as evening descended. The pungent, biting scent of antiseptic was slowly fading, replaced by the earthy aroma of wet soil and the lingering remnants of evaporating dew. Outside, the biting winter that had held the region in a vice-like grip was finally loosening its hold. The snow, which usually piled as high as a man's knee, was beginning to slush and melt, creating small, rushing rivulets along the edges of the asphalt roads—a clear sign that the time for Northreach to merely survive had ended. Now, it was time to strike.