Chapter 234: Into the Mountain
The first thing that hit me wasn't the sight of the city, nor the oppressive gravity that tugged at my internal organs.
It was the smell.
It was a thick, pungent cocktail of sulfur, burning coal, molten slag, and the distinct, savory aroma of roasting meat. It was the scent of industry, of a civilization that didn't coexist with nature but hammered it into submission.
I stepped off the metal stairs of the Iron-Horse and onto the platform of the Grand Central Station of Ironhold. The ground beneath my boots wasn't stone; it was a grate of reinforced steel, vibrating rhythmically from the massive machinery churning deep within the mountain's bowels.
"Clear the way! Move it, long-legs!"
