491 By The End of Ten Years

Shi Mu was standing the farthest end of the crowd, his attention going past everyone in front of me and poured all over the gigantic white tower not far from the group.

Its base spanned a few square-miles and was designed in a rather abnormal—unlike most towers in common architecture where it was either a tower with an open balcony on top or a tower that was completely closed. This white tower had no corners, no facias, no soffits nor even any sort of awning at all. It looked it was made from one singular material throughout, a single colossal monolith with a mildly coarse surface rising straight into the clouds above. One could not even see the tip of the tower at all.