The Construction Site of Titan, Northumbria
Weeks passed, and the landscape of the North began to change.
Ragnar, the Director of Industry, was busy. He was currently standing knee-deep in a muddy trench on the floodplains south of York, wearing his executive armor and holding a shovel.
Around him, the Ministry of Infrastructure was conducting the first major pour of Project Concrete.
"Agitate the slurry!" Cedric the Saxon shouted to a team of Danish prisoners. "Get the bubbles out! If there are air pockets, the wall fails! If the wall fails, the Director liquidates us!"
Ragnar watched the grey sludge flow into the wooden forms reinforced with iron rebar.
"It sets underwater," Ragnar whispered to himself, poking the drying mix with a stick. "Roman Cement. The lost art."
