When Ethan left the Black Sentinel Pass Fortress, only a few hours remained until nightfall.
Fortunately, on those swift spirit horses, he and his bodyguards reached Windmere in a matter of minutes.
The city of Windmere had changed considerably.
Ethan had built more than twenty thousand houses there, all to a standard no lower than that of the homes in Goldenveil.
Even though the population had already surpassed thirty thousand, many of those houses still stood empty.
Passing through the wide gates, guarded by a small but well-trained militia, Ethan was first greeted by Windmere's many forges, steel mills, and refineries.
Currently, Windmere produced more than five hundred thousand metric tons of various metals per month, ranging from iron and steel to mithril and adamantite.
This output was more than enough to supply present-day Goldenveil, and it would soon multiply many times over as the mines expanded and more workers arrived.
