In Abundance Forest, enormous Great Iron Pits stood across the land like gaping mouths. Their openings faced upward, several yards across, their depths invisible. Pipes and gears covered their walls; falling in meant instant death for the player.
Standing at the edge, the player watched living creatures-Demi-Humans, Misbegotten, and even all kinds of animals-being herded into those Great Iron Pits.
They fell through the openings with piercing screams. Their cries echoed in the pits, growing more distant and fainter until the roar of machinery drowned them out.
Then, on the other side of the openings, cans rolled out on conveyor belts.
The player speculated about the source of Leyndell's food-if these industrial products were so widespread, then what kind of meat were its residents eating?
Deeper inside, the player witnessed an even crueler scene... The Golden Ones could not die before reaching the end of their lifespans.
A man in tattered work clothes was tied up and being drained of blood. His face held no expression, his eyes vacant, as though he had died long ago.
Equally numb people cut meat and collected blood, sending new cans rolling along the conveyor belts. Since people could not die, their flesh was naturally worthless as well. Relying on money from selling blood and the "natural advantage" granted by grace, commoners bearing the golden name eked out an existence.
The vile factory owners actually cut flesh from them without end-profiting through exploitation in its most physical form.
And since these things qualified as food, whose mouths would they ultimately end up in?
The wool came from the sheep, and the mutton went into the sheep's mouths.
The player watched the endlessly running conveyor belts and the cans constantly rolling down them, at a loss for words...
Continuing the exploration in silence, the player