Two days went by. Gate 13 continued to be closed.
No answers were provided. There was only speculation. Protests from woodworkers began to prop up. The redwood within the Silent Forest was high in demand and luxurious. To attain such luxury, woodworkers needed to take out a loan to buy an axe powerful enough to chop through the massive tree. But now that they couldn't enter Gate 13, the promise of the Heavenly Tower's treasures were swept from their feet. Without qualm or reason, they were stuck with a loan they could not pay for and A-rank axes that held no utility.
Leaning on the wall, Kazi opened his eyes that morning without having slept for multiple days. David lay some feet away in a tent, sleeping. They had been working. Working, working, working, till the factory was a second home and David could sleep here. Kazi could stay awake for days on end and could sleep anywhere, no matter the environment. The dirt, a river, or a factory, it did not matter.
