Two hours after the gargantuan steam bells of Karak-Zorn had tolled their heavy, resonant warning, the industrial heart of the mountain had been transformed into a surging sea of gold and cold steel. Thousands of Earth-Shielders marched in perfect, rhythmic synchrony, their heavy boots vibrating the very foundations of the cavern. However, while the main army surged through the protocol tunnels toward the primary barricades, a smaller, silent group of four—escorted by a singular, massive guardian—chose a different path.
The path toward the Deep Steam Vents.
