Aiden stood by the narrow window of a watchtower chamber, positioned atop the thirty-foot-high and ten-foot-thick outer wall of Icelorn Basin. The wind carried the sharp bite of early morning cold, ruffling his hair as he leaned against the ledge, gazing at the ridges inside these walls.
His golden eyes flickered toward the horizon, where another massive construction project was taking shape.
At the peak of the mountain ridges, an inner defensive wall was being erected—a second line of fortification, a safeguard if the outer wall ever fell. Unlike the one he stood on now, this one was still in its infancy, its foundation barely complete. But even so, he could see the vision behind it.
A true stronghold and a fortress for the future.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if this was all just a dream.
"Captain, can you manage i will just be there in few hours you can rest here."