In the vast and spacious workshop, the piercing noise was incessant. Along one side's tracks, Armor of Original Sin hung, dragging them into the preparation platform ahead. Beneath them lay several rail tracks; the modified Armed Iron Serpent had long awaited here, the compartments disassembled, replaced by cold frameworks, lifting one Armor of Original Sin after another arranged upon them.
Like an automated assembly line, once the assembly is completed, technicians signal toward the command platform. They open the heavy gates, then the Armed Iron Serpent slowly sets off, dragging the heavy armor towards the next destination.
"Continue!"
A voice was broadcasted, accompanied by the chaotic sound of electricity. A new round of Armed Iron Serpent entered from the other end of the workshop, waiting for assembly, then departing.
