As the very first proper house stood in the open fields, the people of Voidstar stared at it as if Max had taken a piece of another world and planted it before them.
The walls alone would have been enough to amaze them, because no ordinary builder could have raised something so solid and beautiful in such a short time, but what truly silenced the crowd was the care hidden inside it.
Max had not simply made a roof and four walls. He had created a place where a family could live without shame, without rain dripping onto their bedding, without smoke burning their lungs, and without waking every morning surrounded by mud, tents, and cold ashes.
Inside, there were beds shaped from smooth crystal and softened by mana until they felt warm beneath the body. The rooms were properly separated for privacy, the windows caught the sunlight without letting the wind rush through, and behind the walls ran a pipe system no one in this world had ever seen before.
