A gentle breeze swept across Star Gate Square on the outskirts of Mage City. Colin raised his foot and stomped hard on the grayish-white hardened ground, then looked up, his gaze sweeping past the endless, massive storage areas toward the distance.
Over a hundred ten-meter-tall Engineering Golems marched with heavy steps, transferring the cargo crates brought by Wesren Heavy Industry onto the Magic Energy Train. The train let out a deafening roar, speeding into the distance along a steel web of tracks. The sky was partitioned by towering Magic Furnaces, while deep blue energy veins throbbed and intertwined across the earth like blood vessels.
"Boss." Colin swallowed hard and turned to Allen. "You mentioned in the cross-plane comms that you bought a primitive Plane. I thought we were coming here to clear wastelands and pull weeds. This... you call this primitive?"
