The newborn, now officially designated as Eon, clutched the dense tungsten ring with both hands, his cosmic eyes tracking the shifting data screens that floated above the crystal war table.
"Tarnstead's infrastructure is completely integrated," Iron-Scale said, spreading a new leather map across the crystal surface. "The Ash-Kin engineers have already retooled the local forge arrays to process the salvaged gold and titanium from the sky fleet."
Krax spat a piece of dried meat into a nearby fire pit. "The progress in the Morval foundries is moving even faster. The automatic conveyor lines are churning out five thousand tons of refined star-iron plating daily. Those captured Earthlings are finally proving useful. They spent the last shift hauled up against the sorting tracks, completely broken by the rotation speed."
