Not downward, but suspended in midair, following colossal spiral runic paths that coiled across the ceiling. Their golden-orange radiance illuminated the entire city like an artificial sun. From these rivers, droplets of refined metal occasionally fell, caught by enormous collectors below, ready to be processed into steel, mecha cores, or warship frames.
On the primary level, the bustle rivaled that of an imperial capital.
Hundreds… no, thousands of blacksmiths, magitek engineers, and artisan apprentices moved ceaselessly through the streets. Some dragged crates filled with half-finished metal blades; others carried energy cores sealed in protective casings; still others transported house-sized mecha components with the aid of golems and cargo drones.
