When the tweezers touched the surface of the tar, the [Spirit Realm Perception] was triggered.
Ron's consciousness was engulfed as if by a giant wave and plunged into a historical fragment filled with blood and despair...
He "stood" at the edge of a massive open-pit mine.
This was a tar mine.
The sky was a sickly yellow-green, and two stars were shrouded by the heavy industrial smoke, emitting only a faint blood-red glow.
The mine stretched downward like a wound in the earth, with the darkness of the Abyss at the bottom unseen, intermittently resonating with the sound of metal clashing and machines roaring.
At this moment, a brutal uprising was unfolding here.
Tens of thousands of "coal smoke workers" were surging from all directions towards the fortresses surrounding the mine.
Their weapons were a motley collection—modified industrial tools, makeshift swords and knives, even steel pipes and iron bars wrenched by hand from machines.
