The cold wind continued to ripple through the metal structures of the railway bridge while Asgard remained alive below, its monstrous industrial activity thriving. Locomotives crisscrossed the tracks, spewing hot steam against the gray sky; workers carried crates of supplies between the commercial districts; and engineers shouted instructions near the railway expansion sites. The constant sound of metal, machinery, and urban movement filled the air almost hypnotically. Even surrounded by all that absurd growth, Strax still kept some of his attention focused on Monica.
She stood before him, clutching the reports to her chest, clearly unhappy with the idea of being forced to rest. The most curious thing was that Monica seemed far more comfortable dealing with economic crises, industrial expansion, and military logistics than accepting something as simple as a break.
Strax observed her expression for a few seconds before finally sighing.
