As he entered and looked at the many towers spread across the City of Titanfall and its people, he continued to speak nonchalantly.
"In the depths of the City of Titanfall, there are the Inner Forge Canyons… cavernous valleys glowing with veins of molten ore and forge rivers that are home to Living Forges where Titan Dwarves once sang to metal… and then, there was the Grand Core Anvil that I would have loved to Assimi— to see. But it is no longer here, is it?"
The purple and gold eyes of the Tyrant King were sharp as he spoke, sadness flickering in them as if he had experienced a great loss.
The Grand Core Anvil.
Just thinking about it made King Darrun Flamewake pulse with fury.
It used to be located in the mountain's heart— a levitating forge-anvil that was the source of the city's heartbeat. It radiated pulses of raw creation and was where the most profound items were forged within Titanfall Mountain.
And yet…
