Inside the pocket dimension factory was thick with the hum of machinery. Clanking of metal and the roll of gears echoing off the high, metallic walls. The space was vast, stretching out in all directions, filled with assembly lines that ran the length of the room. Workers—automatons, magical constructs, and a few human overseers—moved and completed their tasks. Conveyor belts carried finished products to loading stations, while old school muted screens monitored every part of the process.
Kazi Hossain walked through the factory with his hands behind his back. Beside him was David.
"Production on the telephones has come to a halt, just like we planned," David said, his voice carrying over the noise of the factory. "We've hit our target, so all that's left is to ship them out to stores. We'll start that next week."
"Good. Any issues regarding inventory storage?"
"Nope. The Steel Sharpener came over and helped create huge shelves."
