The air over the Iron Mountains had transformed during our absence. It was no longer the crisp, stagnant chill of a dying kingdom; it was heavy with the "Vibration of Progress" and the metallic tang of coal-fire. As the O.S.S. Venture rounded the final headland of the Northern Bay, the sight that met my eyes made my "CEO Heart" skip a beat.
Oakhaven was no longer a village of thatched roofs and muddy paths. It was a "Construction Site of Epic Proportions."
"Look at the 'Vertical Integration', Bastian," I whispered, leaning against the cold iron railing of the bridge. The sea spray was misting my face, but I couldn't look away from the shoreline. "The Kar-Thul haven't just been mining; they've been 'Scaling'. Look at the docks! They've expanded the 'Logistics Hub' by at least forty percent."
