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The silence of the Upper Tiers had nothing peaceful about it. It wasn't the quiet of an empty field or a still lake.

Han Chen stood on the observation deck of the Arkas Spire, his golden-obsidian arm resting against the railing like a dead weight he'd learned to carry. Below him stretched the Reconciled Continent — five thousand miles of rusted industry and silver-mist forest, stitched together by willpower and desperation. If you listened carefully, you could hear it breathing. Five million gh
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  • 131

    "Anchors are clear, Han!" Veronika’s voice bellowed through the acoustic speaking tubes, drowned out periodically by the deafening hiss of high-pressure steam being vented into the emerald canopy. "The northern stabilizer pins are completely out of the bedrock. We’re sliding!""It shouldn't be able to do this," Kaelen muttered, his teeth chattering from the rhythmic vibration of the floor. "A mountain belongs to the earth. To force it to walk... it violates the natural ledger.""The ledger you were given was written by cowards who wanted you to stay in your caves, Kaelen," Han Chen said, his amber eyes reflecting the brilliant crimson glow of the primary boilers below. "A mountain is just a collection of minerals. If you apply enough heat and the correct alchemical pressure, any mineral can be taught to run."Tigor strode up the gantry steps, his massive greatsword slung over his shoulder. The jade-tinted skin of his bare chest was slick with grease, and his amber eyes burned with a r

  • 130

    The return march to Arkas was an exodus of soot and bone. Behind the fifty jade-skinned warriors of the First Battalion came nearly four hundred members of the Black Sun Clan, their backs laden with iron trunks, crude clay crucibles, and bundles of dried spirit-beast hides. Elder Kaelen walked beside Tigor, his massive stride hitching slightly as he adjusted to the pace of a military column. "Your mountain," Kaelen said, breaking the silence as the path widened into the scorched clearing where the Association’s fortress had crashed hours prior. "Does it truly have enough draft to handle our ore? The Black Sun stone requires a double-chamber intake, or the lead vapor will choke the smiths in their sleep."Tigor laughed, the sound booming like a low drum against the thick ferns. "Old man, our mountain doesn't just have draft. It has lungs. Old He has been burning sulfur-bread and Dead-Lead since before you grew that green moss on your chin. You just worry about keeping your boys from d

  • 129

    The march toward the Altar of the Devouring Sun was conducted in a heavy, tense silence. Elder Kaelen walked at the front of the column, his back rigid, his unrefined hide-armor creaking with every step. The Black Sun hunters who had been hiding in the canopy now walked alongside the Eternal Guard, though they kept a polite, terrified distance. They kept looking at Han Chen’s bare, gray left hand, which had crushed a high-tier volcanic crystal as if it were a dried leaf.Tigor walked near the center, his hand resting lazily on the pommel of his greatsword, his eyes scanning the ancient ruins that began to poke through the emerald loam. "Han, the temperature is spiking. It’s not just the humidity anymore. It feels like the ground underneath us is running a fever.""It is," Han Chen said, his amber eyes tracking the pulsing lines of raw mana running through the roots of the giant ferns. "Sargon built the Altar over a geothermal vent, but he didn't use an exhaust system. He used a filtra

  • 128

    Tigor walked a pace behind Han Chen, his fingers lightly gripping the hilt of his greatsword. "The air is different out here, Han. Back on the mountain, the smelters filter out the noise. Out here, I can hear the trees breathing. It feels like they’re whispering to each other about how we taste.""They are," Han Chen replied without turning his head. "The root system of the Forgotten Continent is a decentralized ledger. Every time a foreign body breaks a branch, the signal travels ten miles in seconds. The Black Sun Clan already knows exactly how many boots we brought into their hunting grounds.""Let them know," Tigor grunted, though his eyes scanned the thick canopy above, where heavy, bioluminescent moss hung like tattered green banners. "The boys are itching for a real test. Adjusting to this gravity on the decks is one thing, but running through a bog while the mud tries to pull your boots off is another."The battalion pushed deeper into the valley, moving toward the shifting th

  • 127

    The gravity of the Second Tier was a constant, crushing reminder that they were no longer playing by the rules of the old world."The party's over, Master."Tigor climbed the ladder, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the deck. He had thrown his worn military jacket back over his bare chest, but the fabric struggled to contain his expanded, jade-skinned musculature. His amber eyes, though clear of the previous night’s liquor, held a sharp, restless edge."The men are clearing the lower decks," Tigor continued, leaning heavily against the railing. "Old He is back in the machine shop, trying to figure out why the water filtration system keeps growing green moss. Veronika’s already up in the crow's nest. She says the jungle is moving."Han Chen did not open his eyes immediately. He breathed in, drawing the toxic, high-density mana of the continent through his nose, filtering the predatory spirits within it through his soul-forged bones before exhaling a thin stream of gray va

  • 126

    The peaceful bubble did not burst. -Breaking Pill had finally settled, its chaotic energies quieted by the grounding influence of the night’s peace. Yet, the air around him remained heavy. The gravity of the Second Tier was a constant, crushing reminder that they were no longer playing by the rules of the old world."The party's over, Master."Tigor climbed the ladder, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the deck. He had thrown his worn military jacket back over his bare chest, but the fabric struggled to contain his expanded, jade-skinned musculature. His amber eyes, though clear of the previous night’s liquor, held a sharp, restless edge."The men are clearing the lower decks," Tigor continued, leaning heavily against the railing. "Old He is back in the machine shop, trying to figure out why the water filtration system keeps growing green moss. Veronika’s already up in the crow's nest. She says the jungle is moving."Han Chen did not open his eyes immediately. He breathed

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