King Fairon and his cohort moved closer to the remains of the metal birds, their brown and emerald robes swishing softly as they examined the constructs.
Their expressions grew grim as they studied the jagged edges of the shredded metal and the faint pulses of residual energy sources flickering from the wreckage.
The advisors exchanged uneasy glances with clear worry their tense postures and furrowed brows. Yet no one dared to speak yet because they were waiting for their king to break the silence.
King Fairon finally straightened, his gaze lingering on the metallic remnants. His voice was calm as always but its still edged with concern as he spoke. "This is... indeeed unusual. Perhaps the Dwarves, with their unparalleled skill in metalwork, could craft something akin to this."
