Factory Town Apr 2026

: The rhythmic clack-clack of wooden carts rolling over timber pathways.

To most, the town was a chaotic mess of Omnipipes and Mana grids , but to Elias, it was music. Factory Town

Elias hurried along a narrow catwalk. Below him, workers (who looked like small, industrious pegs from this height) continued their programmed tasks, oblivious to the sound. When he reached the primary sorter, he found the culprit: a single, unrefined crystal from the forbidden Wildlands had somehow entered the production line . : The rhythmic clack-clack of wooden carts rolling

One Tuesday, the melody changed. A high-pitched, metallic screech echoed from the North Sector—the area where the magical gadgets were assembled. The Ghost in the Machine but to Elias