The True Master

As craftsmen and laborers arrived one after another, the cliff area suddenly bustled with activity. The number of tents swelled from a two - digit count to a three - digit one, and the growth continued with every passing moment.

Before nightfall, white tents stretched in an unbroken line across the grassy expanse on the cliff. Hundreds of craftsmen, thousands of laborers, thousands of soldiers, and thousands of mercenaries made up the first wave of those who set foot on the land.

Before anyone realized it, night had fallen. On land, this first group of arrivals spent a peaceful night.

Early the next morning, under the guidance of the craftsmen, the laborers resumed their toil. In the forest below the mountain, the sounds of tree - felling echoed everywhere. The rhythmic thuds of axes against tree trunks, punctuated by the crashing sounds of trees toppling to the ground, intertwined to create a symphony of industry.