Chapter 174: The Quartermaster
Three months had passed since the execution of Lord Vulg.
The Velkrath capital was no longer just a sprawling city of stone and mud. It was a terrifying, perfectly synchronized industrial machine.
The sky above the foundries was perpetually painted with a thick, gray smog. The rhythmic, deafening crash of hydraulic hammers echoed through the valleys day and night.
I stood on the grand balcony of the Iron Estate with Nyssa. We looked down at the sprawling eastern harbor.
"The integration is flawless, Master," Nyssa reported, her green tattoos pulsing with bright, analytical pride. She pointed her glowing blue clipboard toward the dark water.
Floating in the harbor were not one, but twelve massive Iron Leviathans.
The black iron submarines were heavily armored, loaded with Mana Steel torpedoes, and fully crewed by integrated teams of Orc mechanics and human navigators.
