Pharmos City, Rosaline Port.
The sky was dark, and the moon cast a faint glow over the coastline, where a multitude of ships were anchored. Even at nighttime, the container yard was a hive of activity for the workers, with its vast expanse filled with thousands of containers waiting to be loaded and unloaded.
In a certain area of the container yard, a few humans were busy working together, using the specialized chassis to transport the cargo from the yard to the ship.
The tall brown man with an imposing figure towered over the group of individuals before him. With a voice that boomed like thunder, he barked out a command, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Move fast! You lazy lot! We haven't got all day!"
Upon hearing his words, the workers hung their heads down, speeding up on their work while also feeling resentment towards him. One worker, who seemed quite exhausted, complained.
