The platform finally came to a halt with a soft hiss of air release.
They had reached the lowest level.
It was colder here—dry, sterilized, and strangely serene despite the scale of what unfolded before them.
At the far end of the hall, fabrication drones swarmed in synchronized patterns, building out the Q-Flux Fusion Reactor Core. Bright-blue welding arcs danced in bursts of light as they worked, suspended above and below massive ring structures held in place by gravitic stabilizers.
To the left, a glowing scaffold supported the construction of the Capacitor Grid, while the Smart Transmission Line snaked like a neural spine through the reinforced walls. Every meter was laced with graphene conduits and crystalline data veins—living metal pulsing with pre-charge energy.
A small drone, adorned with a faint cyan marking, floated toward them.
[This way, sirs.]
