The Real Magic Tower (13)

At the center of the hall floated the Grand Map of the Realm, a breathtaking three-dimensional representation of the continent. The map pulsed with life, its rivers shimmering like flowing silver, forests glinting with emerald light, and mountain ranges casting tiny, realistic shadows. The ley lines—arteries of magic crisscrossing the land—glowed in soft gold, pulsing in a rhythm that mirrored the world's magical heartbeat. Where the towers stood, their intricate, glowing models spun slowly, radiating stability and energy. However, the locations of the two missing towers were marked by faint, wavering outlines, as if their absence threatened to unravel the grid entirely.