Ten minutes later, Hudson stood at the workshop entrance, utterly stunned.
He had seen countless War Machines over his years in the Imperial Army. He had faced every conceivable battlefield scenario.
Yet even he was shocked.
Nearly two hundred machines, perfectly arranged in the massive space, each glowing faintly silver and radiating immense power.
He approached a trebuchet, reaching out to touch the runes engraved on it.
"As expected… all Platinum-Grade…"
His voice trembled.
"Your Grace, the Duke… these… you built all of these?"
Daniel nodded.
"Three days."
Hudson fell silent.
He had seen countless skilled engineers in the Imperial Army.
But someone building 200 platinum-grade war machines in three days—he had never seen that before.
"Your Grace, these war machines are worth a fortune."
He drew a deep breath, speaking seriously.
"One Platinum-Grade Trebuchet sells for at least 5 million gold coins on the market."
