Upon exiting the hatching room, the sunlight streaming through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor had turned a rich orange-red. Gawain stood before a window, watching as the approaching twilight slowly enveloped the city streets, while in the distance, the soaring Magic Broadcast Tower bathed in the twilight, its Magic Obelisk at the top floating and rotating under the effect of anti-gravity devices. The precisely cut crystals on its surface continuously reflected the splendid sunset, and beneath the tower lay the city, still thriving and growing more prosperous day by day.
This was a city he had personally crafted, along with thousands of builders; it stood proudly at the foot of the Dark Mountain Range. Each brick and stone was solid and reliable, carrying the hopes and lives of those who gathered here.
