The six weeks passed with the relentless rhythm of a city that understood preparation was not a pause between actions but an action in itself.
Zul'jinn's forge district operated in continuous shifts, the goblin engineers and their troll assistants rotating through eighteen-hour cycles that kept the furnaces burning and the production lines moving without interruption. The Roarer ammunition stockpile, depleted to a third of its pre-Season levels by the corrupted host's assault, climbed steadily back toward operational capacity. New barrels came off the line at thirty-four per week now, slightly ahead of the improved schedule that the sulfur-removal breakthrough had made possible. Each barrel was tested, proved, and stamped with the mark that Zul'jinn's quality system required before it entered service.
