Within the Mechanical Institute, industrial facilities worked tirelessly. By looking up, one could see molten iron pouring down like a waterfall, glowing red like the melted sun, being channeled into molds below, flowing like rivers across this black land.
The heat waves hit with intensity, so Bola handed Lorenzo a breathing apparatus. In such conditions, one must be equipped with such gear; otherwise, the fragile human respiratory tract would be instantly scorched upon inhaling the high-temperature air.
"Follow me."
Bola's voice sounded somewhat muffled as he gestured to Lorenzo. Countless sparks floated in the air.
Within this massive building, the sound of heavy hammers rang endlessly, so loud it was like a giant wielding a hammer, forging Godslayer weapons.
