I felt a rush of excitement as I poured my magic into the dungeon core. I knew that I had to create something truly spectacular, a dungeon that would be capable of swallowing an army.

As I focused my energy on the core, I felt the towers themselves begin to come alive. They twisted and turned, growing larger and more complex by the minute. I watched in amazement as the dungeon took on a life of its own, rooms appearing seemingly out of nowhere and corridors twisting and turning in impossible ways.

I knew that the key to creating a truly formidable dungeon was to make it unpredictable. I wanted to keep my enemies guessing, never knowing what was around the next corner. And so I poured my magic into the core, shaping the dungeon into a labyrinth of twisting passages and hidden rooms.

With the power of the dungeon core at my disposal, I no longer needed to dig and carve out the tunnels by hand. Instead, I used my magic to shift and shape the stone, molding it into the perfect labyrinthine layout for training an army.

I began by creating large open spaces, suitable for training large groups of soldiers in combat. The walls were lined with enchanted targets that could withstand even the strongest of blows, and the floors were made of a sturdy stone that could take a beating without showing any signs of wear and tear.

As the dungeon grew, I created more complex training areas, each one designed to challenge the soldiers in a different way. Some areas were designed to test their agility and speed, with obstacles that required quick reflexes to overcome. Others were designed to test their strength and endurance, with heavy weights and obstacles that required brute force to overcome.

But I didn't just want the soldiers to be physically fit - I also wanted them to be mentally sharp. And so I created rooms designed to test their intelligence and problem-solving skills. These rooms were filled with puzzles and riddles, each one more difficult than the last. Only those who could solve the puzzles and make it to the end of the room would be deemed worthy of advancing to the next level of training.

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As the weeks turned into months, the training areas grew more and more elaborate. I added rooms designed to simulate different environments - from arctic wastelands to scorching deserts - to ensure that the soldiers would be prepared for any situation they might encounter in the field.

Peasant Marione POV

I awoke early one morning, as I always do, and stepped outside to begin my day. But what I saw left me absolutely speechless. The towers of Moat Catilin, which had been in ruins for years since the Great War, were now fully restored and upgraded!

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if a magical spell had been cast overnight, bringing the towers back to life. As I approached them, I marveled at the intricate details and the skilled craftsmanship that had gone into each one.

The walls were now smooth and even, with no signs of wear or tear. The battlements stood high and sturdy, with new arrow slits and murder holes. It was clear that no expense had been spared in the restoration of these magnificent structures.

But the changes didn't end there. As I gazed in awe, I noticed that the walls surrounding the towers had also been renewed. They shone in the sunlight, as if freshly hewn from the earth. Steel supports now ran between each rock, ensuring that the walls would stand firm for generations to come.

I stood there, unable to take my eyes off the sight before me. It was as if the old gods had finally decided to bless the North with their favor. If the Moat Catilin of old had been as impregnable as this, the Andals would have never stood a chance.

As I contemplated the sheer magnitude of what had been accomplished, I couldn't help but wonder: What kind of sorcery had been employed to make this possible?

In any case, I knew one thing for sure: the North had once again proven itself to be a land of legends, where anything was possible. And as I stood there, gazing up at the towers of Moat Catilin, I felt a deep sense of pride for my homeland and its people.