Hræddrgud
The chaos freed in the upper world didn't find a similar representation in the current place.
Nothing could be seen, but the rest of the senses were enough to understand the function of the room.
Heat as in the deepest of hells burnt the most sensible skin of the hands and the face.
A peculiar odor entered in the lungs like addictive drugs with strength proportional to the heat causing it.
Finally laughs, clanging metals, and crashing glasses described what the eyes couldn't reach.
Truth be told this wasn't a forge but a meeting hall.
Pride: the original and worst of the seven deadly sins on almost every list, the most demonic.
No sin could have ever existed without pride.
This was the place where the leader of the whole pride section, and the current tyrannical leader of the whole Godless Subsoil, watched on the world, imposing his will to achieve what was due to him from birth.