The Engine took upon itself when it was created a monumental task. To end, change, and renew the Wood and the very Mansus itself. To assist it, from the depths of the Factory a new God-from-Steel was built, the Harvester, that the Engine might have a servant to carry out its work. First, it was a Name, but as it consumed, tearing at the edges of the Wood, it began to grow and change as the Engine had. All this the Engine minded scarcely, as the Harvester continued to bring fuel and parts to its great factory, but eventually, the savagery of the Harvester began to worry the more moderate Names of the Engine and one set off to moderate it. They were devoured in the most savage way possible, the Harvester slaying them for the sheer joy of it. Too late the Engine realized its Name had come to embody something if not Anathema to it, opposed. It sent after the Harvester a swarm of drones, a horde of automata, the Engineer and many other Names. All failed, many died. In its gluttonous consumption, it went from strength to strength. When it tore its way into the House, it was a Name of the Engine no longer, but an Hour in its own right