Relentless currents grind the metal derelicts that lie dead on the floor of the Rust Ocean, creating a miasma of intensely charged rust particles. Lightning pours from the sky without end. On their island, Architects rely on their diamond-toothed spring-saws, harvesting soggy scrap and the electricity-channeling bones of beached rust whales. These massive rib bones are formed into a dizzying mandala of lightning rods that ground the ceaseless storm. The sound of grinding metal overlays the rhythmic sound of the ocean tides. Architects must cope with the din of the Rust Ocean with sound dampening helmets.