At the edge of the kingdom, in the province near the Phoenix Forest, a bustling scene unfolded.
Hundreds of workers toiled diligently, their efforts a symphony of motion as they cut down trees and cleared the land to prepare the ground for construction.
The workers, a mix of labourers and skilled craftsmen, moved with purpose.
The air echoed with the rhythmic symphony of their actions—the thud of axes against wood, the hum of saws slicing through tree trunks, and the determined shouts of supervisors coordinating the efforts.
The once pristine wilderness was transforming before their eyes, making way for the foundation of a new city.
The scent of freshly cut wood mingled with the earthy aroma of upturned soil, creating a unique fragrance that hung in the air.
The sun cast dappled shadows through the leaves, creating patches of warmth and coolness as it filtered through the canopy.
