Chapter 124 - The Royal Casting

The heat in the Cathedral's sub-basement refused to dissipate. It hung in the air like a physical weight, thick with the scent of ionized copper and the bitter, chemical tang of the Rust-Walkers' specialized cooling fluids. I sat on the floor, leaning my back against the still-ticking iron shell of the Vesper-Vault. My hands were steady as I worked, but my vision occasionally blurred from the lingering mana-exhaustion. In front of me, the Centurion was a wreck of blackened iron and warped silver. The Tier 6 surge had saved the city, but it had nearly turned my construct into a puddle of slag.