The Border Prison roars.
Amidst the echoes of the colossal noise, enormous facilities operate, towering like mountains on the endless steel plains, operating thunderously.
Rivers of molten steel flow tirelessly, hammering and forging sounds are endless, countless mechanical tools rush back and forth, tireless, like a swarm of ants.
As the temperature gradually rises, the pungent air is already filled with various toxins, incessant noise, continuous vibrations.
The entire outer layer of the Border Prison has completely become a wasteland unsuitable for ordinary people.
And right in the deepest part of the Border Prison, within Paradise.
In the dream within a dream, sunlight shines and the years are calm.
Outside in the square, people come and go, after a great war, rewards are distributed, limited skins and equipment rewards, countless people have replaced new gear and appearances, flaunting in the public space, occasionally barking like dogs, immensely happy.
