"Lord Dorian… is a beast."
Gatty uttered, his eyes shimmering as he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
Seraphina stared intently at the blueprint, her mind racing to comprehend the sheer scale of Dorian's vision.
Initially, she had assumed he planned to build a single, simple tower to somehow vent the toxic mist from the mine.
But the complex plans laid out before her detailed four massive, interconnected towers, each one designed to generate and pump enormous volumes of wind deep into the tunnels below.
According to the schematics, the entire system was engineered to run purely on mana, projected to last for more than ten years before needing a new power source.
It was an insane, brilliant concept. No one in their right mind would even attempt to build something so audacious.
