The sky was overcast, and there was no wind.
Construction on the academy had begun yesterday. Rowan had made a special trip back to the Morris Industries District to attend the groundbreaking ceremony.
The machine factory had now entered its expansion phase. A single industrial district in the whole of Boralus's Inland Sea could no longer meet Rhonin's need for expansion.
To control the entire Alliance's economic market, they would have to turn all of Boralus into an industrial district.
Rowan planned to transform Kul Tiras from a maritime trading kingdom into a maritime industrial kingdom within a year.
Rowan rose early that morning. After breakfast, Jenny brought him a brand-new set of clothes.
He opened his pocket watch and checked the time. Eight thirty. There was still an hour before the Military Foundry's opening ceremony.
Since it was still early, Rowan decided to visit the machine factory first.
The sky was a murky gray, and Rowan had felt uncomfortable ever since stepping outside.
His throat was dry, his eyes were sore, and he kept wanting to cough.
Could I have been hit with some kind of curse too?
Rowan stopped and pressed a hand against his chest, but he felt nothing unusual.
He had been sleeping beside Jaina these past few days. If something really were wrong, she would probably have noticed long ago.
After all, Jaina was now a Level Seven Archmage, and her sensitivity to energy was extremely keen.
That's strange, then. Why do I keep wanting to cough for no reason?
In fact, Rowan was not the only one coughing. Several workers were covering their faces and coughing nonstop too.
It seemed the coughing was not an isolated problem.
Rowan looked up and saw masses of smog gathering overhead.
He frowned, climbed onto the courtyard's eaves,