The Sector Seven condenser facility had not been rebuilt.
Three years after the catastrophic explosion that completely vaporized the massive FP condenser, the physical crater still sat like an open, bleeding wound in the eastern industrial grid. The Sovereign Imperium's logistics were stretched to their absolute breaking point just attempting to repair the surrounding Foundries, leaving the condenser itself—four hundred vertical feet of spiraling aether-glass and high-density stonesteel—to lie in massive, jagged chunks across the snow-choked courtyard.
Sera Myrvalis, now thirty-eight, navigated the treacherous, icy wreckage alone.
