New land?
After witnessing the dam grow, the group began to return to the shore.
The cutter boats bobbed in the surging waves as the boatmen rowed with all their might, steering the vessels out from the shadow cast by the magnificent dam.
The nobles crowded the decks, each lost in their own thoughts.
"He said… new land. What did he mean by that?"
The Knight with the short mustache finally found his voice and turned to Ansel beside him.
The old Baron did not look at him.
His gaze traveled past the bow, settling on the vast expanse of water enclosed by the dam.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, spreading a layer of gold foil across the calm surface of the water.
"It means that all we have to do is drain the water from inside."
"The area between the original shoreline and that new wall will become new land for the Dawn Territory."
Ansel's words brought everyone around him back to life.
