The Smith was bustling with activity as warriors prepared to march for war. The clang of metal and the hum of enchantments filled the air as dwarves and vampires alike suited up, their armor gleaming under the sun's light. Regardless of its shape or size, each piece bore the same deep crimson hue—a mark of the Smith Clan.
The new Patriarch was absent, having ventured out searching for artifacts to aid them in the coming battle. Yet, his presence was still felt. The armor they donned was crafted from materials Ethan had personally created, and any who wore it felt an undeniable surge of strength. It was more than just protection; it was proof of their Patriarch's power.