The Aether-Forge was sweltering, the air thick with the smell of molten iron and burnt ozone.
The fifteen-foot-tall Avatar of Thaurissan, the God of Forging, knelt on the heavy metal grating. His flaming beard cascaded over the floor, singeing the steel. He didn't look up. He remained bowed in a posture of absolute, uncharacteristic humility for a Level 85 Divine Craftsman.
A few feet away, mortal Dwarf King Thrain was still frozen on his knees, his jaw hanging completely open. Thrain looked from the burning God to the dark-armored Emperor, unable to process the sheer absurdity of the scene.
Lucifer stood perfectly still.
He didn't lower the Void-Calamity Scepter. The Tier 10 Divine Artifact hummed softly in his grip, the violet Void-fire crystal pulsing with a lethal, absolute readiness.
Lucifer's void-swirling eyes analyzed the massive, fiery deity.
