Contrary to Master Marco's expectations of a city fortress made up of a few tribes cobbled together using coarse stones and frozen soil, shamelessly calling themselves a city.
The team was still miles away when, in a brief pause in the wind and snow, Master Marco's gaze caught a sudden point on the horizon. Squinting to discern it, Master Marco judged it was the tip of a high tower.
Marco was not one of those blacksmith apprentices who only hovered around the master's workshop and had never seen the world.
In his early years, he had also traveled across the Continent and visited the border fortresses of the Human Realm, seen the Elf Race's hidden outposts in the woods, and even helped maintain the ancient and complex defense systems in the Dwarf Royal Capital.
With just one glance, he recognized it as a Magic Tower.
Moreover, it was unlikely to be just a single Magic Tower, otherwise, there would be no need to build it so high.
