"How is the desertification of this ground this severe?"
Old Chen, led by two students, arrived above the ruins of the inner city on the Blood Eagle Corridor. He noticed the poor quality of the soil immediately, bending over to grab a handful of dirt and squeezing it in his hand.
The large clods of dirt immediately crumbled under pressure, lacking any sort of adhesion.
The soil's color was an odd gray-white, causing Professor Chen to furrow his brows.
"With conditions like this, we can't begin construction directly. Even reinforcing the foundation won't work. Have you measured it? How thick is this layer of poor soil?"
"At least a meter and a half deep, teacher."
Dust Beater, adjusting his decorative glasses, said to Old Chen:
