The World-Ledger hung suspended in the absolute center of the Eternal Forge.
It was a staggering, three-dimensional architectural projection made entirely of golden aether and spinning iron gears. It was hundreds of feet across, rotating slowly, silently in the dim, localized light of Zephyr's divine domain.
Every single gear in the massive mechanism represented a foundational component of the Sovereign Imperium's survival.
The heavy, groaning iron wheels on the left tracked the agricultural output of the western frontier, calculating the exact caloric deficits created by the Arbiter's hundred-year economic embargo. The spinning golden gyroscopes on the right represented the massive, seventy-five million daily Faith Points generated by the terrified, fanatical compliance of the civilian populace under the Mandate of Absolute Devotion.
