Cezar sighed as he looked toward the city in the distance. What he saw was both awe-inspiring and troubling. The surroundings of the cities were being transformed into a thriving hub of industry.
Massive factories rose like titanic beasts of steel and crystal, their furnaces burning with power, their spires belching steam and light. All around them, the raw resources of Exilion were refined and shaped into the instruments of war—armors gleaming with runes, weapons capable of splitting mountains, alchemical drugs to enhance warriors, and an endless variety of equipment for battles yet to come.
His gaze, sharpened by cultivation, pierced the distance clearly enough to see not only the towering structures but the endless streams of people entering them. Men, women, and even children marched into the factories by the thousands.
