Chapter 180: The Forge-King's Test
The royal foundry of the Forge-King was entirely separate from the Great Forge.
It was a massive, circular cavern located at the very bottom of the Stoneheart City, suspended directly over a roaring lake of open magma.
Cole Rust left Bram standing guard outside the heavy iron doors. The young blacksmith, occupying the historical body of Master Torvin, stepped into the suffocating heat of the royal chamber.
It was a scene of absolute, heartbreaking madness.
The royal foundry was completely trashed. Priceless ingots of star-iron and enchanted bronze were scattered across the stone floor.
Beautiful, half-finished weapons had been violently smashed into unrecognizable scraps.
In the center of the chaos stood Forge-King Thorgar.
The ruler of the Dwarves was massive, wearing an ornate crown of jagged black iron. But he did not look like a king.
