Harrov and Lynn stretched the thin rope taut, anchoring one end beneath the ice pillar and overlapping the other end with the shadow.
As the magic clock struck precisely twelve o'clock, Harrov, using his hand as a blade, cut the remaining rope with great precision!
"The ruler, quick, bring me the ruler!" Harrov shouted excitedly, having come down so hastily that he had actually forgotten to bring the most important tool.
Quick-witted Ailoke immediately ran back to the airship, and in less than ten seconds, he had the ruler in Harrov's hands.
This legendary wizard solemnly received the ruler and began to measure the lengths section by section, as if on a pilgrimage.
"Master Harrov, how long is the shadow!" A few of the accompanying wizards asked eagerly, full of anticipation.
Harrov did not answer immediately; instead, he measured several times before speaking in a deliberate tone. "It is one thousand and fifty-one centimeters, that is, 10.51 meters!"
