Chapter 98: The Magitech Catacombs
The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick smog of the capital.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The massive factory bells of the Kingdom of Iron and Steam rang out, signaling the start of the workday. Our squad was already moving.
We walked through the heavily guarded gates of the Iron Estate.
The clockwork sentinels recognized my Honorary Knight insignia and parted instantly.
We did not wait to be announced. We marched straight into Prime Minister Hardsteel's private war room.
BAM!
I tossed the black, blood-stained leather mask of the Faceless Guild assassin directly onto Hardsteel's mahogany desk.
The King-Regent looked up from his paperwork.
His mechanical blue eye whirred rapidly, zooming in on the dark leather.
"The Faceless," Hardsteel rumbled. The heavy brass pistons in his mechanical arm hissed with a sudden, rising shame.
