A mighty song rang out through the forge, a song sung by hammers and anvils with no rhythm or pace, but full of meaning.
Hephaestus was their great conductor, as blades and axes hummed along to the chorus of creation - an army cannot be forged from metal and wood; an army is made with trust, with purpose, and with a united spirit.
Today, for all of Olympus, the God of Flame forged an unbreakable weapon for his pantheon: the last song Legenda would ever hear.