The workshop district on the west side of the Red Tide Main City still lay in fog on this late summer morning.
Morning light slowly streamed into the factory area from the east, illuminating the white steam and furnace smoke billowing in mid-air, rendering the entire forge workshop as a steel beast breathing gently.
The door creaked open as Louis and his entourage stepped into the trial area.
He walked at the front, followed by Mike, Hillco, Bradley, and the young genius with bright eyes and a drawing tube on his back — Hamilton.
As they entered, a scalding wave of heat rushed towards them, mixed with the scents of coal, machine oil, and red-hot iron ingots, making their brows fiery.
"A really warm welcome," Hillco remarked, shielding the steam with his sleeve and grumbled in a low voice.
But no one responded to him, as everyone's attention was captured by the massive, roaring steam forge machine.
"Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack…"
That was the heartbeat of the iron.
