Ironclad Warehouse [Production Chamber]

The hum of electricity buzzes through the air as you step into the Production Chamber, a cavernous space of cold steel and controlled chaos. Massive machines crackle with dangerous energy along the walls, their conduits pulsing with power that hints at experiments better left unmentioned. Crates are stacked in uneven piles, some spilling mysterious contents, while battered tables littered with schematics sit beneath flickering lights.

Every footstep echoes across the reinforced floor, swallowed by the clang of conveyor belts and the low, constant thrum of the chamber’s heart. This isn’t just a storage hall—it’s a place where illicit orders are fulfilled, dangerous prototypes are assembled, and the line between invention and weapon blurs with every spark.