One week passed in a blur.
The Moonstone Shipyard was now buzzing with activity—hired craftsmen toiled away, reinforcing hulls, expanding passenger cabins, and repainting the vessels with a fresh coat of navy and gold. Though progress was steady, it would still take weeks before the ships were seaworthy again.
Meanwhile, the Queendom had gone into a state of lockdown. Borders were closed. Soldiers patrolled roads, docks, and city gates as adventurers from all across the world poured in, drawn by one singular event—the emergence of the Tower of Zurin.
The tower had appeared like a ghost, rising from the island of Crescent Wharf, which itself rested in the middle of Lake Eldreich. The lake, nestled deep within the Forest of Eldreich's valley, was surrounded by the Mountains of Eldreich—a place named after Archmage Eldreich, one of the greatest mages the Queendom had ever seen. At the heart of it all, piercing the very clouds, stood the imposing tower.
