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V1-Chapter 34: The 3rd company

V1-Chapter 34: The 3rd company

The halls of Prometheus resonated with the deep hum of machinery, the rhythmic clang of hammers, and the crackling of molten metal. For years, these sounds had been the backdrop of Daedren’s life, each strike shaping not only metal but his own transformation. Today, however, there was a different weight to them, a solemn finality. Daedren had been summoned to join the 3rd Company, the Pyroclasts, as a dedicated armorer and battlefield tank. The role was an honor, a testament to his skill in the forge and on the battlefield, but it came with the bittersweet realization that he would be leaving behind the instructors and forge brothers who had molded him.

Dressed in his newly forged Salamander armor, the weight of adamantium and ceramite was a reassuring embrace. The green and black plating bore the subtle shine of polished dedication, and the insignia of his father’s forge, etched at the bottom of his left pauldron, gleamed under the forge’s light. The intricate Vulcan symbol he had chosen sat proudly on his chest, a reminder of both his lineage and the strength of Nocturne.

As Daedren walked through the forge one last time, memories surged with each step. There was the anvil where he had struck his first successful blade, the furnace that had seared away his doubts, and the racks of tools whose handles had worn smooth under the pressure of his relentless training. The atmosphere buzzed with activity as sparks flew and the scent of burning metal mixed with the earthy tang of incense from nearby shrines to Vulkan.

Forgemaster Thalos, the towering presence who had overseen Daedren’s progress for so long, stood at the edge of the main chamber. His bionic eye whirred faintly as he took in the sight of his protégé. The old master’s face, half shadowed by the glow of molten metal, revealed the smallest trace of a smile, a rare expression from the stoic Salamander.

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“Daedren,” Thalos began, his voice a rumble that cut through the noise. “You have surpassed what we expected. You are ready.”

Daedren bowed his head deeply. “Thank you, Forgemaster. Your teachings have been my foundation. I will carry them into every battle.”

A nod passed between them, heavy with unspoken respect. Around them, the other blacksmiths paused momentarily in their work, lifting their eyes to acknowledge Daedren’s departure. Some approached, offering grips of the forearm, a warrior’s farewell.

“Remember,” said one of the senior smiths, Vulren, whose hands bore the burn scars of countless trials, “the forge is not just a place. It’s in your heart. Wherever you go, carry its flame.”

Daedren’s throat tightened as he met Vulren’s gaze. “I will,” he promised.

Turning, he made his way to the grand entrance of Prometheus. The path was lined with symbols of the Chapter’s legacy, banners depicting the mighty deeds of the Salamanders, relics of campaigns long past. As he passed beneath the archway, the scent of sanctified oils and the low chants of a Tech-Priest choir drifted from the adjoining halls, blessing him for the journey ahead.

At the threshold, Tech-Priests in their crimson robes and servo-skulls flanking them awaited. The Mechanicus had prepared his transport for the journey to the Pyroclasts’ fortress-monastery. One stepped forward, the lens of his mask gleaming.

“Daedren,” the Tech-Priest intoned, his voice a modulated drone, “You are now bound to the forge and the field, as Vulcan decreed. Your path lies ahead.”

Daedren nodded, the realization sinking in. This was a transition from a life of learning to a life of doing, of service in the fires of war and the echoes of the forge.

As he stepped onto the transport, the engines roared to life, and Daedren took one last glance at Prometheus. He etched every detail into his memory, the dark stone walls that glowed with a forge’s fire, the figures of his teachers standing tall and proud, and the heat that had shaped him into who he was now.

“Thank you,” he whispered, the words lost to the din as the craft rose into the smoke-laden sky. His new chapter with the Pyroclasts awaited, and with it, the chance to forge his legend.