Eon dropped the mangled arm of the dead laborer onto the concrete floor. He turned his head away from the pile of crushed bodies and bleeding forms scattered across the factory.
His cosmic eyes scanned the Morval foundry and locked onto the sprawling network of automated sorting tracks spanning the room. Massive rubber conveyor belts churned continuously over steel rollers to transport crates of unrefined iron slag.
The infant raised his tiny hands and pointed his glowing fingers directly at the primary assembly line. Spatial rifts ripped open along the length of the machinery.
The dark portals swallowed solid steel support beams and entire sections of the moving rubber tracks. Industrial gears ground against themselves and shrieked as the foundational structure vanished into the void.
The production line collapsed inward, spilling thousands of tons of iron ore across the factory floor in a cascade of destruction.
