Chapter 121: The Industrial Revolution
The cold night wind howled across the barren testing grounds. The dark and empty wasteland stretched out for miles in every single direction.
Warlord Bloodfang, Matriarch Vespera, and Lord Vladis Crimson stood a few paces behind me. They wrapped their cloaks tight against the chill.
I walked over to a heavy iron crate resting in the dirt. I kicked the latch open and reached inside.
"The Zenith Academy and the old magic families believe that power is something you must be born with," I said over my shoulder.
"They believe that decades of intense arcane study are required to shape the battlefield."
I pulled a massive steel tube out of the crate. It was a thick metallic cylinder with a complex runic grip and a wide exhaust port at the back. I hoisted the heavy weapon onto my right shoulder.
"They are wrong," I declared.
