A Complicated Situation!

With Anna, a local, leading the way, Alvin and Terrax soon made their way along hidden paths to a place of utter chaos: the Old Town Factory.

The Old Town Factory was located at the very bottom of Commorragh.

At least, in terms of normal geography, it was at the bottom. It was home to a large number of Dark Eldar half-breeds and slaves abducted from countless other races, including Greenskin Orcs, Terra Insectoids, humans, and all manner of other Xenos.

Rugged, crude steel pipes and cables sprawled everywhere, like the veins and arteries of some monstrous beast. Industrial fumes filled the air, nearly blotting out the light of the Black Sun and leaving the place in perpetual darkness.

Layers of steel formed a vast web, together shaping the factory's enormous structure. Every living thing here was a tiny ant, keeping the factory running. The densely packed production lines "fairly" squeezed every last drop of labor from the slaves, feeding the enormous mechanical Forge.

Anna had a safe house here.

She said she'd set it up as a precaution, in case of an emergency. She just hadn't expected to need it so soon.

The Old Town Factory was so complex that finding someone here was all but impossible. That was one of the main reasons Anna had chosen this place for her safe house.

The safe house was just a crude little room, hidden among the crisscrossing steel beams. There was practically nothing inside, only a few essentials, such as water and solidified nutrient paste.

It felt as if he'd returned to Loser. Looking out at the chaos in the streets and the crude little room, Alvin saw the nutrient paste he hadn't seen in ages, and a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Who would've thought? After wandering