The projection of the workshop had also vanished by now.
Allen stood at the former site of Zone 18. Beneath his feet was a massive crater, over ten meters deep.
He stood on the edge, listening to the wind pour into the bottom of the crater, producing a low echo. Yet, an unprecedented sense of stability filled his heart.
It was like he had loaded the entire base onto a portable flash drive.
It was an extremely wondrous experience.
Although it was located in another plane, the twelve-square-kilometer jungle of steel, the five Earth Vein Magic Furnaces, the three production lines, and the hundreds of heavy machines... had all become extensions of his own body.
He could precisely sense that the hydraulic pressure in a certain mechanical arm on the second production line in the production area was a bit low.
He could "see" the exact weight of the 1,447th crate of Black Patterned Magic Steel ingots on the third shelf in the northeast corner of the storage area.
