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The blacksmith’s forge held a dense, metallic warmth, scented with iron and old sweat. Sorcus sat hunched in a dim corner, a solitary silhouette in gold armor and black padding. His greatsword lay heavy across his muscled thighs, a damp cloth moving in slow, practiced sweeps over the blade’s edge. The leader of the Knights of Redcliff had retreated here, away from the clamor of the clans and their endless politics. Beyond the forge walls, the fragile standoff between Redcliff, the DarkAge Ninjas, and the Korblox Empire simmered like a low flame. A meeting was pending—with an envoy from the Splintered Skies, an unknown piece on the board. He waited, his stillness a pocket of calm before the gathering storm.