BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)An assembly line is only as strong as its tolerances. When you are compressing millions of pounds of hydrostatic pressure into a localized Starved Iron chamber, you don't need a bomb to destroy the building. You just need to introduce a single, calculated vibration.I didn't break the glass skylight. I laid my heavy, black-iron left hand flat against the reinforced pane and absorbed its physical rigidity, turning the brittle silica as flexible as warm wax. Valerius and I dropped through the ceiling without a sound, landing on the elevated steel catwalk thirty feet above the factory floor.Below us, the massive Starved Iron vat groaned under the immense strain of the hydraulic pistons. The air smelled of ozone, hot oil, and the faint, terrifying scent of the deep ocean."Look at their seals," I whispered, pointing a pale, silver-glowing finger at the primary intake valves where the abyssal water was being pumped into the firing chamber.Val
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