All eyes were on Gatty. He stood atop one of the colossal towers, holding a thick rope that was attached to the structure's main intake lid.
Two other workers were positioned on the remaining two towers, ready to pull their own ropes once the signal was given.
At the base, every worker who had contributed to the construction stood as a group, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and nervous excitement. They were ready to witness how the project would unfold after days of relentless, back-breaking labor.
Dorian, Maria, and Seraphina stood at the very front, their gazes also fixed on the towers.
"I have run double-checks on the rotators and added a magic circle to the crystals coded for mana sustenance. You have my word, it's ready, Lord Dorian." Seraphina turned to him, a proud, brilliant smile on her face.
How could she not be proud? She knew how hard everyone had worked, and she wanted nothing more than for this to be a success—something Dorian would be proud of.
