It is all so perfect. The sorcerers, these Midoshi, oversaw the flurry of activity around them. The tallest, evidently the leader, shifted and turned to his companions. We are to continue applying the emperor s new knowledge. Production is to be stepped up.
Experiments are to resume.
Zaibach has moved to a war economy. His glasses glinted evilly. The other Midoshi nodded and turned to busy themselves. The factory machines churned on and the ordinary Zaibachians toiled mechanically, lifeless bodies trapped in the repetitive, monotonous routine of the factory.