A message came of an incoming enemy.
A horde lot of them.
Soldiers and workers moved with speed and a sense of urgency, climbing mechanical ladders, fixing precious stones into the ancient machine, and engraving runes near the brilliant blue core inside. Chilling coldness filled the cave, but these people are used to it.
Living in a cold and harsh terrain for all their lives, the cold became mundane.
Against their thick and hairy skin, the temperature didn't bother them.
"Move it!" A figure riding a mutated war bear—with a thick dwarven accent instructed, observing the other dwarves working on the machine. "Finish this baby, and make it perfect. Have pride in your craft. Don't let any flaw remain, as this would be the first time for the world to see it!"!
"Ayee—!"
"Horra—!"
Across the spacious chamber, another figure on a war bear watched with hawk eyes.
He observes every minute detail as the dwarves worked, making sure it was exactly as the blueprint.
No mistakes.
