Five hundred miles south of the snow-crowned peaks of the Great Valley, the air in the Obsidian City of Malakar was thick with suffocating humidity, volcanic ash, and the metallic stench of iron foundries. The grand audience hall of the Bloodfang Empire was an architectural monstrosity carved from black basalt and veined with molten crimson brimstone. Massive iron chandeliers burning with whale oil hung from vaulted arches sixty feet above,…
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