The light grows dim for a moment. A dull rumble seems to start at the base of the anvil, the sound growing ste

The light grows dim for a moment. A dull rumble seems to start at the base of the anvil, the sound growing steadily louder, and finally filling the whole room with a deafening roar. You could swear you hear the mad laughter of Groetus in this roaring, or maybe it is Harrim's own laughter? The anvil trembles and suddenly falls apart, as if trying to catch up in time with the rest of the fortress in its state of ruin.