The Tools are our only hope to give life to the Numidium, and render their conquest futile.” Nerevar and his lackeys are soon to arrive.
“Father… you must not use the weapons on the Heart!” The young Dwarven woman exclaimed. My daughter,” the Lord of the Dwarves stated nonchalantly. The young, black-haired woman with gilded hair rings carried a shimmer-eyed, petrified expression, as her entire body quaked with fear. The large, heavily-armored Tonal Architect would pause, slightly inching his gaze over his shoulder, as a young Dwemer woman addressed his name in a panicked mannerism. The heart would proceed its beating chime. He wielded a crystalline dagger within his left hand, and a small, golden hammer in his right hand, which was fitted with a large, golden gauntlet. He adorned an exquisite, golden crown, decorated with pure Aetherium crystals of which shimmered like Secunda on a cloudless night. He adorned shiny, brass-like armor that gleamed from even within the infernal depths of the volcano. An ashen-skinned mer would exhale deeply, slowly making his way towards the Heart.
The Heart of Lorkhan proceeded to beat, quaking the very earthen walls of the Red Mountain.
