Before his tenth life in the Mural World, Lucien had once lived among builders.
He had watched the first great eras of cooperation bloom, back when multiracial nations, rising sects, and unstable alliances were still learning how to become civilizations instead of armed crowds with banners.
He had seen towers whose foundations were laid by giants and carved by beastfolk. He had seen cities planned by scholars and stabilized by rune-smiths.
So Lucien knew what true construction looked like.
And that was precisely why he could appreciate how advanced the Starforge method had become.
Their forging was no longer just labor.
It was architecture sharpened into doctrine.
A week had barely passed, yet the Sovereign Circle was already taking shape.
And because the place being built was so large, the scale became easier to understand only when something actually rose from it.
From above, the center of Lootwell already resembled the skeleton of a future capital.
