[Location: Soul Forger's Prism]
Far from the newly liberated Iron Fist territory, in the heart of the Central City, a man stood before an ancient being of immense power.
Aubin Henri Richard wiped his brow, the perpetual heat of the chamber making his formal attire cling uncomfortably to his skin.
The massive underground cavern stretched far beyond what the eye could see, its walls adorned with strange, pulsating runes that cast an eerie blue glow across the polished stone floor.
But it was the creature before him that caught his attention.
The Soul Forger towered over Richard, easily five times the height of a normal man.
Its skin resembled granite—rough, mottled with veins of luminescent blue, and seemingly impenetrable.
Two massive ram-like horns curved from its skull, each one etched with symbols that shifted and changed when viewed from different angles.
