Within the confines of Iron's Keep, the familiar echoes of iron striking against iron continued without pause as Dhuhtia, the God of Blacksmithing, went about the task assigned to him by Vessina with fervor.
Even as the area above shook, signaling a strange occurrence, he did not divert from his task, his eyes glowing as he muttered softly.
Any time now.
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Kiesan!!!
A frightening divine voice was imprinted on space from beyond the Boundary, causing the Will of the World to tremble and the ridiculously tall and slender humanoid to grip his cane tightly.
Looking back, He confirmed that His Apostles were gone, leaving behind the carnival, which was His divine kingdom, as well as the terrifying cannon firing the black light of decreation.
Satisfied with this, He turned back toward the ruined Boundary, awaiting His foe who arrived not too long after.
