Looking up, that towering high tower stands on a carefully developed flat stone platform halfway up the mountain.
Entirely composed of hard light gray granite, from the tower base to the pointed top, its total height reaches thirty meters. Its very essence is solid and heavy, but coupled with the pointed arch door and external bundled pillars, it exudes a light, ethereal flying sensation.
Most peculiar is a layer of 'something' like dark green lichen that has already covered most of the wizard's tower's walls. Despite its recent construction, it looks as if it's been there for years.
Amidst the lush trees on the mountainside, it resembles a gigantic verdant tree, indescribably immense.
Tap.. Tap.. Tap..
Aiven, dressed in a simple white shirt, hands in pockets of long pants, stepped along the granite path carved out through the wild forest, his shiny boots making him seem as if he were strolling through the Governor's mansion's backyard garden.
