Night in Navaleon was never still anymore. Steel clanged, forges burned, carts rolled long after midnight. And in the heart of House Darsha, Sharath's study pulsed with energy.
He devoured books on metallurgy—scraps of dwarven scripts, human smelting rituals, and even lost Elven notes on magical alloys. His Earth-born mind parsed inconsistencies, mapped efficiencies, and translated theory into innovation.
Lubrication using heated tallow for friction points.Chain drives with dual-axis torque compensation.Improved suspension using twisted vine-fiber underlay.
Each breakthrough made cycles safer, faster, smarter.
He wasn't just building machines. He was building systems.
And then came the dream.
A massive wheel, larger than a house, spinning in the sky, gears ticking like clockwork across the heavens. A voice whispered in a language he didn't recognize—but understood all the same:
"The world moves when the soul is restless."
He awoke in a sweat. And began sketching something new.