“Fifty thousand distress signals, all coming from three thousand fathoms beneath the Black-Iron Abyss?” Lin Mo asked as the emergency holographic projection rotated above the central strategy table.
Tang Xiaomi zoomed the display into Sector Nine, focusing on the rugged mountain ranges of Western Iron-Crag Province.
Beneath the jagged volcanic surface, a sinister blood-red shell pulsed like a diseased, rotting heart.
“The geological scans are conclusive, Chairman Lin,” Tang Xiaomi reported, her tone sharp with technical precision. “The imperial barrier is forged from dark blood-iron and chained directly into the magma leylines ten miles underground. It suppresses all ambient spiritual resonance and silences communication mirrors for fifty leagues.”
Lin Mo leaned over the glowing display, his arms crossed over his chest.
Through the cracked edges of that subterranean barrier, his [Pure-Heart Eye] locked onto fifty thousand brilliant halos of gold and jade light trapped in the depths.
[TARGET IDENTIFIER: 50,000 CAPTIVE FORGE-DWARVES & SPIRIT-ELF ARTISANS!]
[AVERAGE MORAL GOODNESS SCORE: 90–96/100 (EXTREME RIGHTEOUSNESS & CRAFTSMAN INTEGRITY)!]
