Cauldrons used to feel like ancient factories to Aloy. Now, they feel like someone’s beating, spiteful heart. Hades was a blind force of destruction, but Hephaestus… he thinks, he learns, and he seems to genuinely hate humans. Standing here in the ringing silence, Aloy feels the metal itself staring back. There is no time for fear; the new assembly lines are already moving, and whatever walks off them tomorrow is coming for her.