Westhaven - Beneath the Port District, Simultaneous
The underground manufacturing floor stretched across space that would have impressed Amari if he'd had time for aesthetic appreciation. The facility was enormous—at least two hundred meters long, fifty wide, ceiling supported by stone pillars carved from bedrock during construction decades ago. Workstations filled the space in organized rows, each positioned for optimal efficiency in assembly process that turned raw materials into luxury artifacts wealthy families purchased without questioning their origin.
But right now, the space functioned as battlefield.
