Two hulking, steam-powered Automata dragged a rectangular coffin onto the stage. It was not made of wood or stone, but of a dark, swirling metal that seemed to drink the light itself. Koutetsu— Cold Iron. The bane of all fae, spirit, and witch-flesh.
"Sorceress! Witch! Break her!"
Years passed. The Empire's grand machines ran out of mana. The Automata rebelled. A plague of "Rustlung" swept the slums. In the darkest hour, a desperate rebellion—the last coven of hedge-witches—stole the iron coffin from the Imperial Museum of Rationality. koutetsu no majo annerose