Four years flowed by, silent yet heavy as iron upon the wasteland.
In the Inner City of Blue Cave Mountain, a five-story Stone Tower now stood.
Its body was built from grayish-white Pure Light Rock. The surface of each stone brick was engraved with fine stellar patterns that gave off a faint silver glow in the sunlight.
Instead of a red Crystal Stone, the spire was inlaid with a fist-sized Star Core Fragment that ceaselessly absorbed and expelled the thin Power of the Stars from the world, day and night.
This tower was named the Star-Attracting Tower.
The tower's master had the surname Li and the given name Xing.
As the morning mist had yet to dissipate, Ian stood with his hands behind his back on the Observatory of the Star-Attracting Tower's fifth floor, gazing down at the gradually awakening city below.
Four years.
For the survivors in the wasteland, it was a long time—enough for a child to grow into a teen, and for a teen to be forged into a Warrior.
