Ferra stood in the center of the muddy eastern sector, arguing aggressively with Seliza's lead engineer over a crude blueprint.
The engineer pointed a trembling finger at the chimney design on the parchment, "this layout is standard for a regional capital forge."
Ferra shook her head in sheer disgust, "a standard human chimney will crumble into ash when we feed anomaly-grade cores into the furnace."
She used her bare heel to drag deep lines through the mud, mapping out a circular high-density core pit.
She tapped her foot against the wet clay, "the furnace needs a triple-brick backing to survive the heat of my bloodline."
The engineer crossed his arms across his chest in defiance, "guild builders' math proves this vertical structure is perfectly sound."
She stared him down with burning eyes, "your precious math will melt when I ignite the dark core."
