Time soon passed, and with their successful break-in and escape, the whole empire was instantly thrown into chaos
HISS.
Steam vented from the rusty pipes of the Scrapyard District, masking the sound of thirty heavy pairs of boots hitting the mud.
Damien pulled himself up through the jagged hole in the earth, coughing as the sulfurous air of the surface filled his lungs.
He was back in the graveyard of machines, surrounded by mountains of scrap metal and broken golems.
"Clear," Lyra whispered, her eyes glowing green as she scanned the skyline.
Above them, the artificial sky of Ironforge was in chaos.
Airships painted with the Regent's crest swept over the Industrial District, their mana-searchlights cutting through the smog.
Sirens wailed from the Upper City, a constant, droning scream that signaled a highest-level alert.
"Emergency. Seismic Activity Detected in Sector 4. Curfew is in effect. All citizens return to quarters."
