“Even if it’s beyond repair, salvaging this is easier than harvesting metal from the iron fields.” “Iron fields?” Nomad asked, crouching down. “Places where molten metal coats the surface each rotation,” she said, walking back. “One corridor north. We sneak in during the darkness and pry up some of it before the Cinder King’s forces arrive.” “And you use this how?” he asked, frowning. “Do you have full fabrication plants on your ships?” “Fabrication plants?” she asked, cocking her head. “We use the Chorus, obviously. The spirits, like the one that follows you, create the objects we need.”
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