XXXOutside, the first glow of dawn was already washing across the world. Groups of ironclads ran to and fro, shouting, arming muskets, wheeling large mechanisms into place at the edge of the pillar to stand beside the clusters of bullhorns.
Finn crept to the edge, wary of another explosion. No one tried to stop him. Down below, in the abyss, it was still night. But rings of flickering lights surrounded the pillar in all directions. Rank upon rank of them. As Maeve had promised, the wrecker army was attacking. Whether they thought the seismium was there, at the ruins of the Inner Wheel, he didn't know. Perhaps they planned to destroy this pillar before marching on the Hub.
It was a scene he'd seen before, from a different perspective, through different eyes. The assault on the Great Clock
