The Eternal Forge was emptying.
For nearly a millennia, the massive, subterranean domain of the Iron Sovereign had been filled with a dizzying, three-dimensional array of aetheric projections. The vast cavern had once hummed with thousands of glowing, interactive models detailing the lives of his people.
Zephyr, hovering silently in the center of the obsidian room, raised a gauntleted hand.
He selected the massive, glowing blue projection of Ashenveil's Ministry of Whispers. It was a highly detailed architectural model, complete with microscopic golden lights tracking the movements of Lyss Myrvalis, young Sera, and the remaining Gen 12 operatives. For a century, Zephyr had monitored their pulses, their stress levels, their loyalty.
He closed his hand into a fist.
The projection shattered into a million formless lines of code, and was instantly deleted from the primary grid.
