Kroll's Spawn Methane Refinery

The refinery sprawls across the swamp’s edge, its skeletal metal framework rising from the muck like a predatory construct. Heat exchangers hiss and groan, pumping industrial warmth into the cool air, while drilling rigs plunge into the lakebed to extract methane that should not exist in such quantities. Pipes stretch in tangled veins across the water, their joints groaning under constant strain. The air reeks of processed hydrocarbons and the swamp’s decay, thick enough to taste. Floodlights cast harsh white pools over the machinery, illuminating the unnatural symmetry of pipes and pumps that has begun to mimic Kroll’s own tentacle-like structures. Even from this distance, the heat shimmers off the exchangers, stirring the still waters in rhythmic waves that carry the vibration of drilling deep into the loch.