The sub-basement of Garrett Automotive had never been so crowded, or so alive.

Arc-reactors (now the size of softballs) floated in mid-air, suspended by Laken’s frost lattices and Harold’s newly human hands. Reed stood at the center holo-table, fingers dancing through blueprints that existed in three dimensions and four kinds of magic. Luca and Wade worked opposite each other, soldering phoenix-gold filaments into dragon-scale circuit boards with the kind of focus soldiers ...