The seven Golden Sun-Mirrors of Sol-Maras were the clockwork marvel of the Holy Solar Empire.
Mounted on twelve-wheeled hardwood chassis drawn by teams of forty armored oxen, each eighty-foot curved dish was surfaced in polished gold-silver metal and sun-gold foil.
Lined up by two hundred solar theurgists turning timed together bronze geared handwheels. Then, the mirrors gathered the unclouded sunlight of the open sky into a single, needle-thin beam of pure heat devastation.
At the focal point three miles away, the heat exceeded ten thousand degrees.
Granite blocks boiled into fiery foam.
Steel breastplates boiled away into blue flame.
Emperor Castellan the Fourth stood upon his gold-trimmed command gallery, his golden mantle fluttering in the southern breeze.
He extended his jeweled scepter toward the distant railway junctions of Haven-Hold.
