“The universe is a big place, and it’s getting bigger,” Veral nodded.
“The project’s ready, waiting for you,” Gearhead poked his head in to tell Veral.
“Extensive,” Kumo told him, beginning to lay webbing from her hands through the factory.
“They’ll run out eventually, I just hope we last that long,” the gnome paused to receive a message, delivered by carrier hawk, “we’re making progress on the north-eastern front, they’ll be able to move archers to the east to support our troops there.”
With the groves decimated, and their sacred origins irreplaceable, nothing would speed the Earthsage’s recovery. He needed only time, something this city seemed rather short on.