At the edges of those large and small platforms in the middle of the Giant Wall District, the shaky landing pads built by clumsy craftsmen and scavengers can almost be described as a miracle of engineering and makeshift ingenuity—
The construction materials found from various waste piles are haphazardly stacked with the ancient giant wall structures, and the uneven welding craftsmanship is often complemented with iron wires, rivets, expansion bolts, and astonishingly, expired glue. They protrude from the high walls, facing dust and mist, soaked in industrial exhaust and dim sunlight. If the city of Iron Nest were to be considered a grotesque, bloated creature, then these platforms would be like teeth growing in the creature's stomach, each shaking as if they might loosen and fall at any moment, plummeting into the boiling gastric acid below.
