The tower was made…
But the monolith was still dormant.
An autonomous tower of this caliber required an astronomical amount of fuel to wake up. The ambient ether drifting through the war-torn plains of Yino was pathetic, barely enough to sustain a Silver one, let alone a Diamond-rank superweapon. His standard towers survived out here by employing slow, trick-based mana accumulation techniques, but this new monstrosity required a genuine, roaring power source.
Ren slammed his palm against the dirt and summoned his Wolverine.
He abandoned the surface, leaping onto the beast's back as it immediately began to shred through the bedrock. As they dove into the suffocating darkness of the underground, Ren reached up and grabbed the end of the primary Diamond-rank root dangling from the base of the tower.
