Icy winds cut through the skies above the Glayrom Mountain Range, an isolated place where time seemed frozen in both climate and history. Snow-capped peaks stood like ancient spears against the sky, and among them, a mountain hid a secret that only the oldest knew: the Refuge of Baskev, a Dwarven Blacksmith.
Baskev had lived there in solitude for decades, ever since he decided to abandon dwarven politics and devote his life to his own way of life. And well... he had been hired by Scarlet to make homunculus bodies. - three of them, in fact, who were now in the sights of two titanic entities that flew with majesty and chaos through the northern skies.
The roar split the skies like a crack. Flaming thunder and a freezing scream intertwined, preceding the devastating descent of two colossal figures.
Ouroboros, swirling in the air like a tornado with black scales and flaming eyes. His laughter echoed with an insanity that could break the minds of weak men.
