With the driving of the first foundational pile, the construction of the Energy Tower has officially commenced.
The rhythmic roar of the steam hammer is heard as the ten-meter-long steel pile is slowly driven into the permafrost by the heavy hammer, each strike causing the ground to tremble slightly and snow to slide down from the nearby sheds.
Workers wrapped in heavy cotton clothes busily work in the cold wind, their exhaled breaths forming fine ice crystals on their eyebrows and beards, their fingers turning red from the cold but still diligently working.
Although most of the residents of Seven Hills City lack professional building experience, everyone is fully focused on completing their tasks at hand.
The red-haired young man who once kneaded dough in a bakery is now carefully adjusting the bubble of a level, his tightly pressed lips slightly twitching with each shift of the bubble.
