At the front of Sregl Island was a stone wall, over three hundred meters high and as smooth as a mirror. The stone wall had been directly carved out of the entire mountain, and was vertical to the sea at the shore. Waves were hitting the stone wall, making loud, crashing sounds.
There was a magic tower every half a mile, and they varied in height. Of course, the entire island was not merely a mountain, and some parts of the stone wall had been filled-in with rocks. Saleen saw clearly with his icy sight that liquid copper had been added to those rocks.
At the center was a gate about eighty meters high, behind which was the dug-out port.
A conical mountain over a thousand meters high was standing at the center of the island. Saleen felt the vibration of the fire elements even at a distance. The center of this island was a volcano.
Mages were the only type of people who would dare to live on a volcanic island.
