The village of Vensbrook was unremarkable—a speck of dirt on the royal cartographer's map. But for Sharath, it was the perfect place to start a second revolution.
Where once stood a decaying grain shed now rose the tall arms of a wooden windmill, designed not for grandeur but function. Built by locals, guided by blueprints from SK engineers, and powered by wind that had for centuries gone unused.
As the gears turned for the first time, villagers gathered in awe. A child reached out to touch the humming axle, and an old farmer cried.
No more waiting for noble-owned mills two valleys away.
No more taxes just to bake bread.
Sharath stood back, his hands coated in dust and oil, watching the future begin.