The Mage Tower was towering over the skyline, its stone-work nearly complete, shimmering with the runic enchantments I'd commissioned.
The air smelled like fresh timber, stone-dust, and—most importantly—Roasted Coffee Beans.
"Look at those foundations," I whispered, leaning out the carriage window. "The Chubby Factory is almost at 90% completion. The offices have glass windows! Glass!"
Chubby himself popped out of the pouch, looking incredibly proud. "Boss, look! The logistical wing! It's got a dedicated entrance for the two-headed dragons! I told the foreman if they didn't finish the roof by Tuesday, I'd haunt their lunchboxes. It worked wonders for the timeline."
The streets were packed with workers, engineers, and merchants from the Maden Kingdom who had arrived early to secure stall space. There was a sense of frantic, organized energy—the kind of "Chaos-Management" that made my CEO heart sing.
