Unexpectedly for Adam, it was the unusual object he noticed at the very beginning of his journey to the Forgotten Mills that would become his final destination in this territory.
Step. Step. Step.
He walked slowly forward, looking around. Five tall peaks rose from the ground like the hand of a giant reaching for the heavens, but they were unable to rise above the beacon and even touch the bright light at its summit.
From the outside, the Silver Beacon resembled Gareyna's mill and the other mills of the White Thread. However, it was majestic and enormous, like a tower that had seen hundreds or even thousands of years under its watchful gaze.
The lands around it were empty, but not lonely. The Silver Beacon did not need neighbors or allies to be complete.
White grass, its tips trembled with each of Adam's careful steps as he gradually approached the beacon.
