Where furnaces roar and gears sing their endless song, factories stack upon factories, each a belching titan churning out the city's lifeblood. Smoke plumes claw at the sky, the ward's breath a choking tapestry of ambition and sweat. Below, the Undercroft gapes like a hungry maw, its entrance nestled within the Industry Halls, a hulking monolith that casts a shadow over the daily procession of weary workers. Within its depths, delicate and deadly labors whisper from shadowed work yards, while even deeper, forgotten corners house forgotten souls - the unfortunate Hadeeb slaves who fuel the city's relentless hunger.
The College for Scientific Advancement: Where the river's roar meets the hum of invention, the College stands poised on a waterfall island, a beacon of knowledge amidst the city's soot-stained sprawl. Towering structures, adorned with glass domes that catch the sun like inquisitive eyes, house scholars and tinkerers who chase the whispers of the aether. Here, gears of a different kind turn, churning out discoveries that defy the boundaries of the known.
Industry Halls: A fortress of stone, the Industry Halls loom over the ward, its square bulk casting a watchful eye on the ceaseless toil below. Within, administrators order and guards patrol, their vigilance keeping the Hadeeb slaves at bay. But the Halls' true heart lies in the gaping maw of the Undercroft entrance, through which thousands trudge daily, their faces etched with resignation and the city's soot.
The Undercroft: The Undercroft sprawls beneath the city, a maze of mills and work yards bathed in dim glows. Skilled hands and desperate hearts coax dangerous machinery to life, crafting marvels and nightmares in equal measure. The air hangs thick with the scent of acrid fluids and sweat, a constant reminder of the cost of progress. And woven into the hum of gears and the clatter of tools, one can hear the whispers of the enslaved, their stories carried on the stale breath that rises from the depths.
The Great Dams: Where the river's fury is tamed and harnessed, the Great Dams stand defiant across the cascading waterfall. The water churns through colossal turbines, their silent song the city's pulse. This captured power, veins of light coursing through the city's arteries, feeds the hungry furnaces and humming laboratories, fueling the insatiable engine of Edge's ambition.