The morning air was quickly ripped apart by the heavy, mechanical grind of the automated builders.
The gray modules had unfolded into low-slung, multi-limbed industrial units, their diamond-tipped saws and plasma cutters whirring to life with a high-pitched scream that sent flocks of native birds exploding out of the canopy of trees below.
Hana stood on a high granite boulder, her boots planted firmly as her fingers flew across the tablet. The display was a chaotic grid of red and green lines, mapping out the true geographical nightmare of the Peak's lower boundary.
"Listen up," Hana called out, her voice cutting through the mechanical din as the three beastmen and a massive line of Boars gathered at the edge of the rocky slope.
She pointed down toward the dense, tangled abyss beneath the cliffside.
