As they walked, the narrow, well-lit path opened up dramatically into a cavernous, expansive room that made Schalezusk's eyes widen in disbelief. It was the industrial floor, a chaotic symphony of productivity that was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. He witnessed the inner workings of a skeleton workforce toiling to the bone—literally. Three sturdy skeletons hauled a large, roughly-hewn wooden log and dropped it with a clatter onto a pile, while three others, pushing a heavy cart, poured a mound of iron ore and coal onto the ground before dashing away to their next task. In the distance, he could see the nearly-finished construction of a new foundry, its furnaces still cold, but its shape a marvel of engineering. A diverse industrial department, handling different products, was all mixed into this single, massive floor.
"Woaahhh! What is this place?" Schalezusk said, his voice a low growl of pure wonder and curiosity.
