It's been around a week since we escaped from our precarious position. Leaving the bodies of our fallen enemies behind us, we as a group pressed forward towards the nearest Dezimal station situated near the exit of the Furnace. Miraculously, I was correct in saying that the army we slaughtered was practically the main brunt of the workforce stationed here. As such, once we managed to set ourselves up across the rest of the Furnace, we essentially had the whole place to ourselves.
The whole industrial might of an Imperial Furnace... Now that was something to think about if you were the one trying to put down a rebellion. I knew for a fact that too much time had already passed since we commandeered the place. The Empire should be mobilizing right about now, probably just waiting for the go signal before swarming in through those gigantic wooden doors separating us from the outside world. Not that we were complacent, of course...
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