The old musician pressed down on his white hair as they flowed in the hot and fiery wind.
The sounds of the friction of metal were coming from all directions. Those massive pieces of metal were being pushed together by the machinery, letting out ear-shattering roars. Amidst all the sparks, an incredible power was being gathered in the center.
Black clouds trembled from the huge roar like an iron curtain that was being beaten. The ceiling vibrated, causing countless ashes and dust to fall. What was originally a pure white tower was now coated with a layer of black.
