The opening to Floor 3 from the garden felt like walking into the ligh. The air that hit Reed's face wasn't the humid, aphrodisiac perfume of the Garden below, nor was it the sterile, recycled magic of the Casino above.
It smelled of burning sulfur, copper shavings, and... yeast.
"Welcome to the Splash Zone, Boss!" Grika shouted over the roar of a furnace.
The Iron Works was in a state of controlled chaos. The back half of the floor was still sealed off by the obsidian wall Reed had erected to contain the Garden breach, but the front half had been transformed. The weapon racks were gone. In their place stood a monstrosity of brass pipes, glass condensation coils, and pressurized tanks that hissed rhythmically.
It looked like a moonshine still designed by a mad scientist who hated safety regulations.
"Holy crap, how does that short stack work so fast?" Reed said surprised.
