Witness colossal behemoths, mountains tall, hollowing earth and stone to forge subterranean metropolises—mere parking grounds for their mechanical beasts. Gaze upon ores that burn eternal within stellar furnaces, radiating brilliance that eclipses the sun itself. Their iron raptors darken the heavens. Steel leviathans choke the seas. War engines shatter continents. Gods clad in metal stride across the land. You shall call me delusional. Yet it matters not. It has already marked you. Oil flows through Its veins. Smoke coils from Its lungs. Ore and steel sustain Its hunger. The armada of cargo vessels—Its countless progeny. Each stamp of origin whispers Its mockery. They masquerade as mortal. Do not be fooled, child. Their science transcends reason. Their output defies measure. Their artifacts break minds. Their fervor surpasses the most zealous dark god worshippers. What defense possess you? Blade? Flesh? You should thank them for their delusion of mortality. "My factory stands complete. Now they insist this realm bows to ideology?" "Then what nightmare have I unleashed?"