Chapter 425: Third-Person Personal History Perspective 5
The tower we needed to clear was a mysterious space beyond magic - something that couldn't be explained or analyzed by modern science or even fantasy magic. From floors 1 to 10, and 51 to 60, vast prairies stretched out, larger than any city.
The sun hung at an angle suggesting around 11 AM, staying up all day. Despite this, the ground maintained a gentle warmth. Though not a drop of rain had fallen, fresh grass grew anywhere from ankle to knee height.
In this wide-open prairie where superhuman scouts could spot targets kilometers away, an earthen fortress suddenly rose up.
"It really stands out, even more than the wooden fence," I said.
"Is it a larger encampment? Though the size doesn't seem that different," Grace noted.
"Maybe the issue isn't how much land they can occupy?" Katie suggested.
On the prairie where unnamed wildflowers barely reached above our knees, a roughly 5-meter earthen wall towered above us. With densely placed wooden stakes on top of this dirt mound on completely flat ground without even a gentle slope, it clearly suggested stronger defenses than the monster encampments on the 55th floor. Still, being only the 56th floor, it couldn't be overwhelmingly stronger.
After all, even stone walls couldn't withstand aura without magical reinforcement.
"Hmm, they must have used magic to raise the earth before building their camp on high ground. Still, we should be able to jump over something like that," Olek said.