A fortress constructed from metal and ash-gray stone stood rigidly in the heart of the wilderness. Its architecture was incredibly stiff and cold, a stark contrast to the organic aesthetics of Wilwatikta or the artistic grandeur typical of human noble cities. From the chimneys of its towers, a greenish-blue smoke billowed into the sky, carrying a pungent chemical odor—a scent that instantly reminded Swa of the "laboratory" smell he frequently encountered when visiting the R-18 facilities.
"What is that place?" Kagan asked, his brow furrowing as he felt the unnatural aura wafting from the valley.
"A factory," Mige answered coldly. His eyes scanned sharply below, locking onto the movements of human figures clad in white robes embroidered with a fire dragon emblem, hurrying about the fortress courtyard.
