Soon after, the industrialist duo arrived at the weapon's factory, their footsteps echoing through the vast halls. They were immediately greeted by the symphony of machinery, the rhythmic hum of gears turning, and the clanking of metal against metal.
The air was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly forged steel. Massive machines towered overhead, their iron frames casting long shadows across the factory floor.
Amidst the controlled chaos, the workers moved with purpose, their heavy steps synchronized with the rhythmic pulse of the machinery. Clad in soot-stained aprons and goggles, they operated the intricate contraptions that brought forth instruments of war. Each worker was a cog in this intricate mechanism, their expertise honed through countless hours of labor.
