The sound immediately filled his ears as he snuck in; constant smashing and grunting. Endlessly, the miners swung their pickaxes, hacking away at the veins of glowing stones.
A rugged man drenched in sweat dropped his tool, collapsing to a knee. Not a moment later, one of the soldiers ran over, delivering a swift kick to the miner's back.
"Get up! You haven't met your quota yet!" The Mastorn soldier barked.
"Grhh…!" The miner winced as he collapsed on the ground.
It was the same everywhere Gael looked; people overworked, looking as if they'd hardly eaten or seen the sunlight in days.
'This is awful. This is what Mastorn is all about—I see that,' he thought, observing from the unseen.
There was a seemingly endless amount of resources to be mined; crystals that glowed with azure light were embedded into the stone, sprawling throughout the earth. It was clear to him that Mastorn planned to completely work the miners to death.
