Bjorn and Damius arrived at the Ironclad Industrial Hall, their steps steady as they took in the devastation before them. The massive metalworks facility, once a hub of armor and weapon production, was now in ruins. Nearby structures were collapsed, fires still flickered in the wreckage, and the scent of burnt metal and blood filled the air. Civilian bodies lay motionless, their lives brutally stolen.
The hall itself had taken significant damage—walls caved in, shattered glass scattered across the ground, and iron beams bent unnaturally, as if crushed by an unseen force.
Then came the laughter.
A twisted, bone-chilling sound echoed from within the hall, sending a sinister vibration through the metal walls.
From the darkness, two figures emerged.
