Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days and nights.
Words cannot capture the tedium of those long years. Only the scorching air and endless dust storms bore witness to the transformation of Zone 18.
The first year, the magic-rich blue crystal mines in the Silent Abyss went into full production. Working twenty-four hours a day, the Mining Golems were like tireless worker ants, hauling raw ore that shimmered with a faint blue luster to the surface.
The second year, six standard-issue Golem Legions were fully formed. This torrent of steel, its full military might restored, patrolled the edges of the zone, crushing any Magical Beast that dared to approach into a pulp.
The third year, anti-gravity transports laden with refined ore ingots shuttled between the depths and the sky, establishing fixed routes. The balance in his account climbed steadily, increasing by 2,860,000 each month.
The roar of the workshop alternated with the silence of the Meditation Room.
