Baby Hawk
T
he wheel of time spun as the days passed one by one.
Beasts fought, while humans struggled to survive and expand their settlements. A good deal of them battled to claim the many Pylons still scattered across the planet. Every Pylon was far apart, often separated by thousands if not tens of thousands of kilometers.
Jacob had taken fourteen days to walk with his entourage to the second-closest Pylon to where he had arrived back on Earth. Granted, he hadn’t rushed, but it was still a vast distance.
On day nine of Jake’s alchemy frenzy, he was interrupted as he got a notification that wasn’t about a successful craft or a new level gained.
Announcement to all Nobles: 10 Pylons of Civilization have now been claimed. Once 100 Pylons are claimed, the World Congress will automatic
