The Ash-Forge Crucible dominated the eastern courtyard. Iron-Scale's mutant Kobolds welded heavy iron plates over the shattered remains of the cathedral's main altar. The massive furnace consumed the Sun Kingdom's legacy in a blinding white inferno.
Human slaves shoveled broken golden statues, enchanted armor, and bones directly into the raging fire. The Crucible broke down the divine metals and organic matter, churning out massive ingots of blackened star-iron for Red's war machine.
Heat warped the visual space above the towering smokestacks. Gray ash coated the thousands of laborers in a thick film.
Gorak marched through the soot-covered plaza, dragging a thick steel chain behind his massive frame.
Sven human captives tumbled and scraped across the blood-slicked stones, bound by their necks to the heavy metal links. These were the former administrators, the minor mages, and the pristine scholars of Aurelius. Their white silk robes hung in dirty, torn strips.
