Another week had passed.
In the sky above the massive, circular hole where the town of Silverwood once stood, a city now floated.
It was a breathtaking sight, a masterpiece of dark crystal and grey, polished ash-stone. Towers reached for the sky, connected by elegant bridges that glowed with soft, golden light from the formations carved into them.
The city, now named the Eon Emporium, was complete. It was a silent, magnificent fortress in the sky.
Below it, on the ground, another city had been built. This was the Base City, and it was a marvel in its own right.
Where the old, rotting town had been, there now stood a clean, organised city. The streets were wide and paved with smooth, dark stone.
The buildings were sturdy and well-built, made from timber and rock shaped by the Ashen Titan.
Even this entry-level city, meant for visitors and new arrivals, was a hundred times better than the royal capital of Azuregard.
