Eventually, they arrived at the gates of a large fortress, one of the six beacons. The stronghold was named after the skill of the one who saved it. Black Hammer Fortress had thick walls and highly advanced battery placements spread evenly among them. Its high walls were painted black with shades of green at odd intervals.
The gates comprised two gigantic blocks of metal riding on caterpillar tracks that slid to both sides under the power of massive counterweights. Of course, every fortress wall and gate piece was made of at least Level 3 beasts, as anything less would be broken when a demonic beast tide occurs.
Arriving upon the massive gates, the jeep stopped as two humanoid figures stood in front of it.
"How was your hunt, you filthy orcs? I hope you pieces of trash could make enough to recover the money spent on the jeep."
