[Day 3 of the Invasion – Post-Collapse]
[Location: The Dwarven Kingdom – The Magma Forge]
Time goes back to right before Damien and Isabelle entered the abyss
CRASH.
The air in the Great Forge split open. A jagged red wormhole spat out six figures onto the cooling grate of the main assembly line.
They hit the metal hard.
"Medical!" Prince Hephaestus shouted, dropping a half-finished sword and sprinting from his workbench.
"Get the healers! Now!"
The scene was a massacre.
Lukas was unconscious, his hands, his most vital tools, crushed into unrecognisable pulp.
Elena was curled in a ball, her eyes wide and unseeing, muttering a single word over and over.
"Gone... gone... gone..."
Alaric was on his knees, dry-heaving soot and blood.
But the loudest sound came from his right.
"GRAAAH!"
Leona stood up and slammed her Void Gauntlet into a stack of steel ingots.
CLANG.
The metal crumpled like paper.
