Su Wen silently walked straight into Leis Angton, into the shelter base hidden beneath the Wall of Hercules.
The base had been built using the unique vigilant energy of underground steam pits.
The shelter seemed like a bizarre dream woven from modern science and steampunk fantasy.
Its interior carried a distorted retro atmosphere.
A maze of mechanical devices and faintly glowing pipes intertwined, producing a deep, steady rumble like the heartbeat of some colossal beast.
Under the dim yellow lights,
a thin layer of condensation covered the steel corridors, filling the air with a cold, damp chill.
The tangled gears and pistons, illuminated by the faint glow of steam, added an even more sinister and frigid atmosphere.
Deep within this labyrinth of machinery and steam, two guards in battered Steam-Powered Armor stood chatting in a dim corner.
Their voices were filled with contempt and mockery for the Borderlanders.
"Hey,
did you know?
Last night, we caught a few more of those filthy Borderlander women."
One of the guards wore a smug grin as his fingers unconsciously stroked the crude electric whip hanging at his waist.
"One of them was pretty stubborn.
But in the end,
didn't we still force her to hang herself?"
"Haha,
I just love seeing that despair in their eyes."
The other guard picked up the conversation, cruelty glinting in his eyes.
"Especially when they realize
that no matter how hard they struggle, they can't escape our hands. That expression is simply priceless."
The two exchanged smiles, as though sharing the most satisfying secret in the world. Their words were full of callous amusement and contempt for life.
However,
their smugness did not last long.
Before their words had even faded, a thin streak of blood suddenly appeared across the neck of one of those bastards who