Kordhell - Land Of Fire -

"The fire isn't the enemy," he told his apprentices, his voice steady over the rising roar of the vents. "It’s just energy without a direction."

Kord began to strike the regulator’s main valve in time with that internal phonk rhythm—harsh, rhythmic, and unyielding. Each blow was precise. He wasn't fighting the heat; he was shaping it. Seeing his focus, the other smiths joined in. They stopped running from the flames and started working with them, syncing their movements to the driving beat of the city. KORDHELL - LAND OF FIRE

The regulator roared back to life, venting the excess pressure into a brilliant display of light. The crisis was over, and the city was stronger for it. "The fire isn't the enemy," he told his