Sephira turned back to the tracks, watching as the workers hammered spikes into place.
The metallic clang rang out, a proof of their progress.
"We're making good time," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "But we can't afford delays."
"Agreed," Arvel said, rolling up the blueprint. "With your leadership and their hard work, Lady Sephira, this railway will be the backbone of the empire."
"Indeed." She said, she then giggled softly as she said, "Although what beings me joy is the award I could get from the emperor."
Arvel glanced ah tee blushing face and the was she cupped her left cheek in her left hand as she bit her lip and simply choose to say nothing, his respect for his emperor silently rose.
....
Back in the maze, the mountain zone.
The knights moved forward, their boots scraping against the jagged rock as they made their way through the treacherous mountain terrain.