The projection of the workshop also vanished at this moment.
Allen stood on the original site of Zone 18. Beneath his feet lay a massive sinkhole over ten meters deep. Standing at the edge, he listened to the wind pouring into the bottom of the pit, creating a low, resonant echo. Yet, an unprecedented sense of security filled his heart.
It was as if he had packed the entire base into a portable USB drive. It was a wonderfully bizarre experience.
Although located in another Plane, the twelve-square-kilometer steel jungle, the five Earth Vein Magic Furnaces, the three assembly lines, and hundreds of heavy equipment... they had all become extensions of his own body.
