"Stop working? You're crazy! My men never stop working—they—" Garrick's words died in his throat.
In the next instant, he felt the courtyard beneath his feet expand.
The forges around them split apart and multiplied before his eyes.
Stones ground against each other with a low rumble, walls slid silently aside, and the entire layout of the barracks reshaped itself to make room for everything.
When the transformation was finally complete, Garrick found himself standing at the center of a sprawling complex containing three hundred identical forges, each already equipped with every tool and implement a blacksmith could possibly need.
Ethan smiled with satisfaction, then strode over to the refined ore storage area, a vast chamber wide enough to easily hold several thousand metric tons.
Once there, he deposited roughly two hundred and fifty metric tons of steel—the highest-quality material stored in his system inventory.
