Master Korr was enormous.
His shoulders were wide, his body dense with muscle, and his arms were almost as thick as some men's waists. A thin metallic tunic covered his upper body, leaving the muscles under it clearly visible. His hands were huge, with thick fingers and scarred knuckles that told the story of decades spent working with metal.
Korr's head was bald, but silver lines of enchanted metal had been embedded under his skin. The patterns stretched from his scalp down toward his neck, glowing with the same amber energy that ran through the foundry's pipes.
His eyes were amber as well.
They looked like molten iron.
The moment Korr appeared, his Rank 4 aura spread through the courtyard. The remaining guards stumbled under the pressure. Iron weapons rattled against the ground. Pipes shook. Even the furnace flames seemed to flicker in response to his presence.
Korr looked down at Holden.
