Iron thorns sprout across the land, the roar of meshing gears echoes across the sky, black smoke obscures the clouds, and scorching steam rushes through the pipes. Super analyzers and cryptographic cards emit a subtle hum, and incandescent light writes the annals of time. Red fluid here restrains the throat of fate; the justice of bolts and rivets, the authority of caliber and range—steel roars, and blades sing.