The twinkling stars grew dimmer and dimmer, and the dark blue horizon had begun to pale faintly.
Atop the Dawn Tower, which soared into the clouds, the Dawnstone at its peak began to turn.
Dawn was about to arrive.
On the mountaintop of the seaside cliff east of the Dawn Tower, a shorter section of the range, a pale-blue Mage Tower appeared, inlaid with countless diamonds and starstones.
Though its roof had not yet formally closed and the gems on the Mage Tower had not begun to shine, the tower was still beautiful enough to draw sighs.
Anyone who looked closely would see that the tower's pale blue color actually came from a mural painted with a special liquid magic metal!
Stars and earth, sky and sea, exotic flowers and strange grasses... Though there was only a faint blue hue, one could tell at a glance what it depicted.
The artist's talent might not have been particularly exceptional, but she certainly understood these things deeply and had formed her own insights and understanding of them.
And she possessed the mental power to make others understand those insights with ease.
Even the greatest painters found it difficult to make everyone immediately grasp their thoughts and perceptions upon seeing their paintings... Painting had always been an art with a threshold.
But mental power could make one understand in an instant.
Though the mountain was not as tall as the one where the Dawn Tower stood, the high spire of the Mage Tower still brushed the clouds.
Standing atop the tower and looking up, one could see the distant Dawnstone growing brighter and brighter.
Russell took a deep breath... then, beneath Carpenter's sympathetic gaze, slowly raised his hand.
He suppressed the urge to turn around and look at the enormous whale above him,