Max looked toward the distance, where he knew a river flowed beyond the open fields. Water had to come from somewhere, and if he wanted this city to last longer than a few beautiful days, then filth could not simply vanish because he wished it so. Even magic needed direction. Even miracles needed structure.
He did not know how to build the advanced purification systems of Earth. He had never studied such things properly, and he would not insult himself by pretending that a few memories were enough to make him some kind of genius engineer.
But he remembered the simple truth behind it. Clean water had to be taken before the river reached the city, dirty water had to be sent far away after it left, and between those two points, there had to be places where the water could be gathered, filtered, purified, stored, heated, cooled, and controlled.
Max slammed his hand into the ground, making many of the citizens gasp as the earth trembled beneath them.
