Chapter 184: The Architect's Heat (R-18)
The deafening roar of the automated hydraulic presses masked the heavy sound of my breathing. The subterranean dimensional foundry was a blazing hot inferno. The air smelled intensely of scorched iron and thick machine grease.
Nyssa sat on the edge of the massive iron drafting table. Her slender legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. Her bright green geometric tattoos pulsed with a frantic unstable energy.
I did not waste time with gentle words. I reached out and violently swept my heavy brass arm across the iron table.
CRASH.
Hundreds of glowing blue blueprints and heavy steel measuring tools shattered against the stone floor. The table was completely bare.
I grabbed Nyssa by her slender waist. I forcefully pushed her backward until she lay completely flat against the cold iron surface.
The Chief Architect gasped loudly. Her thick glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of her nose.
