Julius frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"A tower?" the Qilin prince demanded. "Sorry Ren, but your wooden monoliths were almost completely useless against the Platinum mutants. They were already at their most efficient mana output, right? And they snapped them like twigs… What tower will hold?"
"This one will."
Ren reached into the huge void of his shadow space. He didn't pull out a stone frame or a wooden root system.
He pulled out the very tip of a mountain.
It was the exact same colossal spike of pseudo-mythic-metal he had forged and weaponized as a giant hammer to execute the Fire Dragon. It was a monolithic block of hyper-enhanced material boasting a physical resistance that slightly exceeded Diamond-density mana. It was practically adamantium level.
