The golden veins formed elegant, neat patterns that gave the impression that an artisan had embossed gold decorations on the white marble. It was hard to believe that the inlays were part of the solid stone and that Menadion had achieved such a result just by assembling them.
At a more careful look, one could notice that among the natural golden veins there were strings of golden runes whose arrangement fitted in so well that it was nigh impossible to distinguish them.
Menadion had embossed several enchantments with actual gold, suppressing the mana they released and making them invisible to all mystical senses.
There were still a few patches of grey stone, but they were small and far in between. They impacted the curb appeal, but not so much that the tower could be considered ugly anymore.
It had become a majestic building worthy of a king or a powerful mage that just needed a few finishing touches.
"This is so cool! Your tower looks amazing, Auntie!" Aran’s reaction took the words out of everyone’s mind and made Solus sigh in relief.
She would never admit it, but she was still scarred from the vivid similes the young boy had used to express how unsightly the tower had become after its previous breakthrough.
"Thank you, Aran." Solus said. "Inside is even better. We’ll start our tour from the bottom of the tower, like usual."
A snap of her fingers brought everyone to a circular room. There was no tool or piece of furniture inside. Its only noteworthy features were the countless runes that covered every centimeter of the floor, walls, and ceiling.
Even more peculiar was the fact that the runes were arranged in groups of seven, each of a different color, and every group formed a magic circle.
"Is it me, or does this remind you of the Rezar’s ritual to get in contact with Mogar’s will inside the Fringe as well?" Quylla asked.
"Mom, this time you can do the honors." Solus stepped aside and pushed Menadion forward.
"It’s not you, Quylla. You have guessed the purpose of this room and where I took inspiration from it. Everyone, welcome to the Lodestar." She waved at their surroundings, and the magical runes lit up with prismatic light.
’Actually, I called it the Thinking Room, but Epphy says that I have a terrible naming sense.’ Menadion thought.
’Because you do, Mom.’ Solus replied. ’Also, our tower is now called Starforge. Lodestar is a much better-fitting and sounding name than your bland "Thinking Room".
’I couldn’t agree more.’ Lith inwardly nodded.
"This room has only one purpose." Solus chimed in. "To store and accumulate enough world energy to recreate the effects that we experienced when we visited a Fringe."
"Are you saying that the secret of Ripha’s success as a Forgemaster was her ability to ask Mogar for an audience whenever she wanted?" Friya was flabbergasted.
"How stupid do you think I am? Of course not." Menadion scoffed. "Lochra brought me to a Fringe whenever we were close to finishing one of our projects, and there was something off with them, or the final result was far below our expectations, even though the theory behind it was solid.

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