Factory Town 📢 🆓

: The high-pitched whistle of steam generators venting excess pressure.

Elias hurried along a narrow catwalk. Below him, workers (who looked like small, industrious pegs from this height) continued their programmed tasks, oblivious to the sound. When he reached the primary sorter, he found the culprit: a single, unrefined crystal from the forbidden Wildlands had somehow entered the production line . Factory Town

Elias stood with his hand on the emergency lever. He could stop the "infection" and return the town to its predictable, efficient rhythm . Or, he could let it run. : The high-pitched whistle of steam generators venting