Chapter 155: The Iron Artery
The Rusty Anvil was the loudest tavern in the Velkrath Imperium, but tonight, Rolf barely heard the noise.
The Silver Colossus sat heavily at the corner of the polished wooden bar.
He wore a simple gray tunic instead of his terrifying Vanguard armor, his massive muscular frame hunched over a tankard of dark ale. His golden amber eyes stared blankly at the foam.
He had survived the Great Iron Labyrinth. He had ripped the heads off giant insects and fought starmetal undead.
But a simple conversation in the upper wards had somehow managed to completely crush his spirit.
"Another one," Rolf grumbled, sliding his empty tankard across the bar.
He had broken up with her. The Guild receptionist who had caught his eye when they were just starting out.
She was a good woman, but she wanted a quiet life.
