Amid the roar, the transport's fuselage began to tilt. The pilot continuously adjusted its approach angle so it could safely enter the landing airspace.
Scenery flashed past outside the window, and Dalia could not help tapping it with her knuckles.
"I'm guessing this isn't glass."
She sounded amazed.
"What is this stuff?"
"The Mekboys call it fiberglass. I don't understand this stuff, but it's tough anyway. It can stop bullets, and lots of big vehicles and planes use it."
"I've never heard of anything like that."
Dalia was astonished by the material's potential.
"There ain't nothing we don't have. This is just one of the Mekboys' inventions."
Dalia nodded, then turned her attention back to the scenery racing past beyond the transparent pane.
But the moment she turned, she found herself staring in astonishment at a row of colossal buildings, so vast that they clearly could not have been created by mere human technology.
It was a gigantic industrial complex linked together around a rail network. Trains loaded with raw materials slowly rolled along the tracks, while Mekboy workshops and factories on either side used crane arms to lift away whatever materials they needed and send them directly into their production floors, minimizing the need for transportation.
Saving the transport process to the greatest possible extent.
But this had also made the entire rail system exceptionally bloated, like a python sprawled across the ground.
Dalia pressed her face tightly against the cold panel, craning her neck to see how far this unbelievable cluster of buildings extended.
Even doing her utmost, she still could not see the end of those faintly gleaming tracks.
"This is called the Iron Ring."
The guardsman beside her introduced it with great interest.
"The Mekboys' ideas are sometimes stupid, sometimes brilliant. This thing's as efficient as