After visiting each of the human fortress borders surrounding the human domain, all the tier-one human paragons gathered together.
They hovered in the air, awaiting Atticus' words.
"I suggest we take this somewhere secure."
The gazes of the paragons flickered in unison.
"I concur," Oberon added.
Discussing their plans in the open skies was nothing short of foolish. However, leaving the Vampyros borders unguarded was another mistake the human paragons had no intention of making.
They headed back to the peak where Fort Echohelm once stood. As they arrived, Oberon hovered forward, his hands a blur as he engraved words into the air.
The runes lit up with a golden glow before shooting downward, encompassing the entire mountain. In the next instant, translucent structures began forming, solidifying until the image of an expansive citadel took shape.
