Soon enough a day passed as the mining ship from the Souther Tower found its location, stopping in the middle of the calm lake.
The captain of the ship then exited his cabin and looked at the many members, a rather thin and old man whose voice was tough and loud.
"Alright! Get into your gear and split into groups, there are a hundred miners so ten groups of ten. One group goes out to mine and we'll switch off by the hour. Those who will not be mining for at least four hours can go back and rest first. As for the others, you know what to do."
After shouting the plan and setting up the order, everyone did as they were told. Six of the groups returned to bed while the other four groups dressed up, donning diving gear and carrying pickaxes.
It wasn't anything incredibly special, just sleek metal armor that wrapped around the body and a mask to help them breathe underwater.
