Chapter 53: The Forging of a Lord
The deepest drainage tunnels of the Hazard & Retrieval Union were a completely different kind of hell.
We were not hunting the massive Slag-Crawlers this time.
The Union had posted a massive, open-ended bounty on the mutated iron-rats that were chewing through the city's lower steam pipes.
They paid a single silver gear for every dozen tails.
We desperately needed the capital to fund Nyssa's new laboratory equipment, and I desperately needed the experience points.
For five straight days, we did absolutely nothing but slaughter.
The underground air was thick with the stench of rust and rotting meat.
My mechanical Vanguard Arm hissed and vented steam as I crushed the skull of another oversized rodent.
Beside me, Rolf was a whirlwind of bloody fur and flashing axes.
Kaelith danced through the gloom, severing heads before the beasts even knew they were being hunted.
