The night had passed quickly, and as the morning sun rose, the border town awoke to a new day. For the first time in weeks, Yan Jin emerged from the underground forge, stepping into the early light. He was dressed in a dark purple robe with intricate gold embroidery, his jet-black hair tied neatly in a topknot. The wooden mask Zhang Li had given him covered his face, adding to his mysterious aura. His longbow was strapped across his back
As the sun began to rise, the Babel Tower appeared on the horizon it was a colossal structure that dominated the sky.
It took the form of a massive pyramid, with levels that stretched up into the clouds. The base of the tower was constructed from enormous metal cogs, rotating in opposite directions to generate the immense pressure needed to keep the tower afloat.
