The silence in the forge is heavy with the weight of their shared loss and grief.
Asargan, Vorgan, and Borgan each cope with their emotions in their own way.
Asargan pick a chair and sit down on the chair, his eyes closed, overwhelmed by his grief. Vorgan meditates, seeking inner peace on another corner of the forge.
Borgan remains standing, her gaze fixed on the forge, likely lost in her own thoughts. She looks at the forge with a wistful expression.
All three of them are silent.
All three of them have their own thoughts and feelings right now.
Outside the walls of the forge, the world of the Etherna is in a maelstrom of chaos and despair.
The sounds of war grew louder with each passing moment.
The very sky seemed to tremble, echoing with the roars of destructive powers, while the earth itself quaked under the relentless assault.
Blast of energy sweep continents and mountains.
