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.