Because the Night Watchers now truly have a god.
"The Night Watchers are insane! Utterly insane!"
Not far away, a noble representative from the Southern Trade Federation, dressed in luxurious clothing, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a gold-trimmed silk handkerchief, complaining to his entourage.
The voice carried an emotion that was hard to conceal, "The money they've spent on this hunk of metal is enough to buy my territory three times over!"
"What use could this damned thing have? Just to open a flower made of iron here? Their fervor for building wonders is simply... inexplicable! Practically... the aesthetic cancer of pragmatists!"
Though his words were harsh, they reflected the doubts of some observers, especially those skilled in calculation like the merchants and the noble representatives accustomed to traditional aesthetics.
They also revealed their concerns.
