Chapter 104 - Chapter 104: The Last Steel Line

The North Sea had traditionally been a symphony of rhythmic waves crashing against the obsidian cliffs, a sound of natural ferocity that had defined the North for eons. But today, that primordial music was buried beneath the discordant roar of heavy steam engines and a sickening, mechanical rhythm that vibrated through the very marrow of the earth. At the Northveil coastline, a thick, emerald-green fog—the necrotic byproduct of Rudigor's neurotoxic steam bombs—crept across the jagged rocks like a starving ghost. The gas was not merely a death sentence for human lungs; it possessed a vile, corrosive property that gnawed at unprotected mana-circuits, causing them to flicker and hiss in a desperate struggle for survival.