The construction was nearing completion. The workers were finishing the last sections, their tools still echoing through the halls, their voices still calling out to each other.
But there was a different energy in the air now, a sense of finality that had not been present before. The project that had consumed so much time and effort was finally coming to an end.
The walls were solid, their surfaces smooth and clean. The cracks that had once marred their surfaces had been filled, the weakened sections reinforced.
The roofs were sealed, their tiles new and sturdy, their beams strong and straight. The floors were even, their surfaces level and stable. The castle that had once been a crumbling ruin was now a fortress, a home, a symbol of Percvale's recovery.
Darion walked through the halls, his footsteps echoing on the newly laid stone. The workers nodded to him as he passed, their faces weary but satisfied.
