It’s a terraforming engine, Kieran projects, his mental voice laced with profound, chilling horror. Isla, they aren't just trying to crush the Seed. They’re trying to change the planet.
The blast door hisses open.
We step into the central chamber, and the sheer scale of the machine steals the breath from my lungs.
It is a massive, spinning cylinder of black metal, suspended in a magnetic field. It is easily three hundred feet tall, reaching from the floor to the vaulted ceiling. Veins of violet energy pulse through it, feeding into a massive, glowing core at its center.
The machine is altering the local gravitational constant. I can feel it in my bones, a sickening, shifting weight that makes my stomach churn. The air pressure in the room is fluctuating wildly.
If that engine reaches
