“Your journey through the Grawlpeak Highlands comes to its end, but triumph gives no respite. As the frozen mist begins to lift, it is replaced by a heavier, acrid smoke, curling ominously into the air. The rhythmic echoes of drums fade, giving way to the relentless clang of hammers striking molten metal. Through the haze, a fiery maw yawns open in the earth—a gateway to the Emberfall Crucible. Within, the Dark Dwarves labor, their glowing forges casting long, wavering shadows. Creatures of unyielding will and iron zeal, they shape this molten wasteland to their liking. In this realm, heroes are not merely tested—they are reforged in the crucible’s searing flames, or broken and cast aside as slag.”