Week after week, Redwood thrummed with the steady pulse of progress. The once-quiet Ivory Hills were now alive with the clang of hammers, the scrape of stone, and the steady rumble of carts moving to and from the work sites. Hundreds of men were dispatched daily to Ivory Hill's quarry, where their backs strained under the weight of raw limestone blocks.
Sweat glistened on their brows as they hauled the stone down to the basin, where teams of skilled masons waited, chiseling each piece into perfect, even shapes for construction.
Elsewhere, dozens toiled in the mine. At first, the work had been slow, hampered by a lack of proper tools. But as days turned into weeks, more pickaxes and shovels were forged, and the number of miners swelled until nearly a hundred men worked the dark, echoing tunnels, their efforts feeding Redwood's growing hunger for stone and ore.
