Chapter 115 - Chapter 115: The Fangs of the Seventh Prince

The Maritime Observation Building atop the Black Fang Cliffs had, for years, resonated with the rhythmic, ethereal hum of mana-crystals, a sound that synchronized perfectly with the sharp, clinical heartbeat of Rianor Sudrath. But now, that crystalline melody was dead. In its place, the chamber was filled with the abrasive, discordant clanging of raw metal, the rhythmic screech of iron levers being forced into position, and the overwhelming, pungent scent of machine oil and ozone.