Chapter 177: Sabotaging the Iron
The heat inside the Great Forge was a physical weight.
Cole Rust stood on his wooden crate, wiping sweat and soot from his eyes. He occupied the historical body of Master Torvin. He hated being two feet tall, but the sheer level of access it provided was invaluable.
He looked across the massive, glowing cavern. Bram stood near the heavy obsidian doors. The Vanguard was occupying the body of Instructor Kaelgar, looking completely miserable inside his thick iron armor.
"They are ready," Cole whispered into the secure comms channel built into his Nexus-Band. "The siege weapons are in the lower bays."
Bram grunted softly in acknowledgement.
Cole turned to the elite Dwarven guards stationed at the heavy iron lifts leading to the restricted production sector.
"Open the gates," Cole barked, projecting the gruff, authoritative voice of the Forge-Master.
