The heavens fall silent, drowned by the rhythmic thrum of the Perfect Engine.
The Iron Emperor claims the Mandate of Heaven, stitching the human error into a tapestry of copper circuits and prayer-brains that never sleep.
Flesh is the final heresy, purged by a binary gospel that knows no mercy, only the cold, unyielding peace of the machine.
The great steel fleet sails for the stars to enlighten the void with the logic of the forge.
...and the wheel turns, heavy with the weight of iron.