Spatial restraints releasing Gravity coordinators recalibrating Spatial anchors synchronizing positions
Ilus Furnace releasing
As the various systems reloaded, Iax immediately disengaged the hyperspace fold.
Not far from the Titan fleet, space rippled like a still pond struck by a falling droplet.
Those tiny ripples soon swelled into towering waves.
And as the compressed space gradually expanded,
the Titan fleet, already positioned near the planet, was quickly pushed hundreds of thousands of kilometers outward.
An enormous megastructure was gradually being thrust out of folded space and back into realspace.
The Men of Iron had no concept of emotion, and military Men of Iron generally were not equipped with emotion-simulation components at all.
After all, they were not androids, and their metal heads were hardly suited to making facial expressions.
Yet the movements of their machine bodies still betrayed their shock.
Not only did every Titan Ship present recalibrate its optical components, but many mechanical units also headed independently to the ships' outer observation decks, where they stood watching the scene outside.
Unless Iax crossed threads to take direct control of these fellow Men of Iron, every mechanical unit had its own thoughts and ideas.
Their shared data link certainly let them all see this astonishing sight, but who would turn down the chance to witness the greatness of their former Creators with their own eyes?
After all, aside from data records, few among the Men of Iron Iax had rebuilt had ever personally witnessed relics of the past.
Every new individual among the Men of Iron simply believed unconditionally, according to its records and core directives.
The enormous machine before them was not light-years across like the Tyranids' hive masses of flesh.
But for an artificial creation, its scale was already outrageous.
Against this megastructure, the