Interlude: The Weapon of Judgement

Within the Heartforge of Cindervault, deep beneath the Flame Court's throne-world, the Matriarch stood before a vessel that pulsed with molten divinity.

Around her, high-forgers and divine engineers knelt in silence. The chamber radiated unbearable heat, not just from fire, but from ancient wrath condensed into purpose.

"The Ember has awakened," Kaelis spoke, her voice a tempered blade. "And it dares to challenge the Flame. Then let it be tested against what we cast into exile for being too devastating."

With a gesture, the great sigils surrounding the vessel flared. Restraints uncoiled.

From within rose a titanic silhouette, humanoid in form but made of scorched adamantine, soulsteel, and living flame. A single eye burned in its chest—a god-killer's core.

"The Ashborn Titan," whispered one forge-priest. "I thought it was a myth…"

Kaelis' expression was cold.

"It is a myth no longer. Let it walk again."

Outside the chamber, battle hymns began to echo—low, reverent, and hungry for retribution.