Megropolis Three

A towering subterranean urban sprawl where the oppressive weight of the Company presses down through rusted catwalks and flickering neon signs. The air hangs thick with coal dust and the acrid tang of industry, clinging to the throats of those who call it home. Levels of rickety housing pods cling to the cavern walls, connected by sagging suspension bridges that threaten to collapse underfoot. Forced labor under armed guards keeps the mining operations humming—generators thrum in the distance, their vibration rattling bones as much as teeth. This is where the Ajacks toil under the Company’s boot, their lives measured in shifts and talmars, their only respite found in shared exhaustion.