Mud Flats Outside Refinery

The mud flats stretch in a thick, sucking expanse outside the refinery’s outer structures, a churning morass of dark sediment that clings to boots and machinery alike. The air here reeks of damp earth and industrial runoff from the refinery’s waste channels, the stench cloying under the weight of the humid atmosphere. When Kroll erupts from the depths, the ground trembles as thick tentacles coil around metal struts, dragging the creature’s massive bulk free of the suffocating muck. The refinery’s low hum becomes a backdrop to the wet gasps of the mud itself, disturbed by the monstrous birth, while the nearby structures groan under the strain of Kroll’s first movements. The space is neither purely natural nor fully industrial—it’s the contested ground where the Swampies’ world and the humans’ extraction efforts collide violently.