"Form an orderly line as you enter!"

Beneath the Heart of Magmar.

Under the command of Hergen, the Immortal Blacksmith, the dwarves moved in perfect coordination.

Non-combatants, unable to join the battle against Skadia, were evacuating into the bunker located beneath Magmar’s Heart.

A massive forge infused with the dwarves’ very soul, Magmar’s Heart was revered as their guardian deity.

It was the final line of defense, fortified with countless protective mechanisms. There was no safer place in all of Doomheim.

“I didn’t even know this place existed. I just found out today.”

“Same here. Who built this thing?”

Despite the looming war, the dwarves’ curiosity flared as usual. Most of them had only just learned about the bunker’s existence.

Though unused for ages and layered in dust, it showed no signs of decay. Even the master craftsmen among them couldn’t help but admire its construction.

It was sturdy enough to withstand a dragon’s assault—

As if it had been prepared specifically for this day.

“Aren’t you coming inside, Father?”@@novelbin@@

Ferca watched as the dwarves filed into the bunker.

She stood at the heart of Magmar’s core—the central chamber.

It housed the Ember, which collected residual heat and magical energy from the forge to supply power to the entire city.

If the Ember went out, every forge in Doomheim would shut down, and the dwarves would freeze in the underground cold.

This was Doomheim’s true heart.

Only the Ember Keeper was allowed access, making it strictly off-limits to anyone else.

Standing at the entrance, Ferca spoke to Torvar, her father.

* Wulbram, the Warlord of the Battlefield.

* Hargran, the Berserker’s Hammer.

* Turntu, the Iron Guardian.

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