Deep in the subterranean bowels of Mount Fenrir, where the roots of the mountain tapped directly into volcanic magma vents, lay the legendary Great Forge of the Frostfang dynasty. The air here was a sweltering, thunderous inferno of sulfur, red-hot iron, and the deafening, rhythmic clang of colossal trip-hammers driven by subterranean steam channels. In the center of the cavernous smithy, standing before a colossal stone anvil carved from meteorite…
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