Half Life 2: Dominion

This sprawling, corroded facility is where industrial waste—chemical runoff, scrap sludge, synthetic byproduct—is refined into low-grade fuel for Combine machinery and atmospheric regulators. It's a place where safety regulations exist only in theory, and every breath is a risk. The air here is thick, metallic, and acrid. Smokestacks belch black-green fumes into the already poisoned sky, casting a permanent haze over the sector’s edge. The structure itself is rusted and bloated with pipework, oozing chemical residue from valves that haven’t sealed in years. Workers shuffle through the complex in tattered hazard suits, many long past replacement. Filter failures are common; persistent, wet coughing is a constant background noise. Oxygen rationing protocols make relief rare.

The complex is dominated by towering smokestacks that belch black-green fumes into a poisoned sky, creating a permanent haze. Workers in tattered hazard suits shuffle through the facility, their coughs echoing in the toxic atmosphere.