C137 The Capture of the Spies

The flames dwindled, revealing five immense silhouettes amidst the rubble. Everyone's eyes were glued to the sight; the five colossal windmills, freshly constructed, stood intact and unscathed.

A wave of cheers erupted in an instant. The neighboring trio of brothers embraced, their half-month labor not in vain. Yet, in the midst of the jubilation