The Forge and the Hunting List

It was a dizzying century. All beasts lay low, and their huge wings covered the sky. Wildness and violence are the only laws of the earth. But when the city-state is burned in the smoke and dust, when the hammer hits the hard scales of the monster. A voice far more tenacious than a roar was born. Bite! When! Sparks burst out from the iron blood, and sweat screamed between the red blades. The muscles and bones were torn in the struggle and reborn in the fire. The world has become very simple since then. Hunt, or be hunted.