404 Revival

The sound of pistons and machines grew common. Vents above seemed to suck the air outside, the room's temperature dropped. Each mechanism that locked and twisted was felt in two ways, if loud, by sound, and if low, by vibration. In no way was the room safe, or remotely close to it. One could say it felt more of a desolate grave than an underground facility. Queen Gallienne headed outside in the company of Cake. The latter took great care of royalty; tis was reminiscent of waiting on a loved one's surgery.

 "What should I do?" asked Clarise with glee on her face, the expression of a babe seeing his mother; an innocent giggle. 

 "Monitor the room's status, make sure mana is circulated firmly," said he wearing an untucked white-shirt atop a formal pair of pants. 

 "The engine right?" said she to confirm.