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[Why he still came out here, Hank didn't know. With everything that's happened - or more like what hasn't happened - Hank had been forced to sit pretty and just wait. It seems like ever since that Blackbolt person was sent home, he'd lost a lot of his previous drive to find the power source for his tower.
Between that and essentially canceling the project (for now), as well as no word on the Sunwell front (his own negligence once again), Hank had come to realize that Paradisa seemed to have dealt the worst blow imaginable: it had made him complacent.
He looked around from where he stood, right in the middle of where his machine was going to be, located deep somewhere in the northern forested areas of Paradisa, hidden among the taller trees. Much of what he had built had been taken apart and stored away, but some parts still lingered here and there. It was a sobering reminder of the year he'd been here.
The time when he'd proudly showed off his genius to Liadrin seemed so long ago now, even if it was only mere months.]
Between that and essentially canceling the project (for now), as well as no word on the Sunwell front (his own negligence once again), Hank had come to realize that Paradisa seemed to have dealt the worst blow imaginable: it had made him complacent.
He looked around from where he stood, right in the middle of where his machine was going to be, located deep somewhere in the northern forested areas of Paradisa, hidden among the taller trees. Much of what he had built had been taken apart and stored away, but some parts still lingered here and there. It was a sobering reminder of the year he'd been here.
The time when he'd proudly showed off his genius to Liadrin seemed so long ago now, even if it was only mere months.]