Miles' eyes stung because of the sweat that was trickling down his face. Hammering metal plates onto the Giant's Bolt's frame wasn't easy.
The symphony of construction filled the surrounding air, including the rhythmic clang of hammers, the rasp of saws biting into wood, and the screams of foremen supervising the vast project.
More than 500 people swarmed the makeshift workshop. It would have been better to say it was an open one, since the sheer scale of the Giant's bolt didn't allow to build it inside a building.
Regardless, the place was a bustle of activity, which Miles had to supervise while doing his share of the job.
His task was to make the mana circuits, but some of the plates had not been properly installed, and he had to do it again.
If it wasn't for the grim situation befalling the city, Sebastian could have sworn the air vibrated with feverish excitement.
There were experienced blacksmiths and youthful apprentices striving to keep up.
