Talia's smiths were already theirs, and now that the guild management that had nearly crushed them was Eclipse's responsibility instead of Runewoven's, they were free to do what they'd always excelled at.
Ward stakes sank into the compressed earth at intervals Talia measured by pacing them herself, each one linking to the next in a chain of protective energy that would eventually ring the entire compound.
Smiths pressed runic templates against structural steel, and the inscriptions flared, settled into the metal, and hummed with a contained energy that would outlast the material beneath it.
Calibration arrays tested resonance while portable platforms produced enchantment cores sized to the building's specifications.
