The valley shrouded in black smoke is as dim as twilight even during the day. Along the winding valley, the mountain walls host roaring factories half-hidden within the rocky body. Boiling molten iron sways in massive crucibles, then pours into gargantuan molds below. Sizzling steam escapes from openings in the mountain walls, rising and merging with the black smoke in the valley sky.
The entire valley is permeated with the acrid smell of sulfuric compounds left from burning coal, and this valley itself is a living colossus of a steel mill, devouring coal and ore gathered from all directions.
"Toot————"
The sound of a steam whistle comes from the distant valley, but it quickly becomes clearer, accompanied by rhythmic clanking of steel transmissions. Wheels cast from gray iron race along the tracks, scratched all over, while the silver metal underneath, covered in coal dust, gives life to the train's body.
