Chapter: Chapter 109: Chariots of the Lyta Flame – The Arrival of the Arcsteel BeastsChapter 109: Chariots of the Lyta Flame – The Arrival of the Arcsteel Beasts In the heart of Falconridge, the newly awakened hunger for innovation roared louder than any merchant’s bell. While most patrons of construction-grade arccrete—known commonly now as “Lyta Stone”—were prominent guilds, engineers, and architects hailing from established artisan halls, a surprising surge of interest came from common tradesfolk, humble farmers, and lone entrepreneurs seeking transformation. Though they lacked wealth, their hunger for self-sufficiency made them eager to wield this miracle material. With Lyta Stone’s alchemical formulation requiring only water and a binding ritual, even a peasant could now raise a barn or forge a granary without offering coin to a builder’s guild. Small-time traders, too, recognized the opportunity. With arccrete, they could expand their stalls into full-fledged shops, erect warehouses, and reinforce supply routes—all
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Chapter: Chapter 108: The Alchemy of Stone and StormChapter 108: The Alchemy of Stone and Storm The momentous revelation carried by wandering traders spread like wildfire through the cobbled arteries of Falconridge, seeding astonishment wherever it went. These roving peddlers, wide-eyed and frantic, hastened back to the bustling heart of the Falcon region with tales more unbelievable than myth. They recounted their journey along a mystifying new road—a gleaming, uncanny path that seemed conjured from the arcane. It led, not to some forgotten ruin or hidden grove, but straight to the veiled gates of the Dwarven Dominion, a realm sealed for centuries behind steel, stone, and unyielding pride. Yet the true marvel wasn't just the path’s existence. It was its origin. This marvel, this titanic feat of alchemic engineering, had been forged by none other than the enigmatic Lyta Company, the very guild of innovation birthed and led by the visionary Elias. And as if that wasn’t absurd enou
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Chapter: Chapter 107: The Sigil That Shattered Stone – Lyta’s Pact with the Mountainkin
Chapter 107: The Sigil That Shattered Stone – Lyta’s Pact with the Mountainkin Within the whispering veil of morning mist that lingered at the foot of the Ironroot Mountains, a quiet tension simmered among the caravan of mortal peddlers. Their wary glances flicked toward one another, each face mirroring disbelief, as if to confirm they had all heard the same arcane decree spoken aloud. They had anticipated rejection—every merchant worth his satchel knew that the stone-skinned Mountainkin, known in softer tongues as dwarves, had never in their millennia of isolation permitted humankind beyond the sacred obsidian gates of their subterranean bastion. It was unwritten law, older than many empires, older than the kingdom they came from. But what none of them had predicted was the absurd reason for their denial: not race, nor creed, nor intent—but the absence of a golden sigil etched with the name of the Lyta Company upon their caravan.
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Chapter: Chapter 106: The Silken Path Beneath Dawn’s VeilChapter 106: The Silken Path Beneath Dawn’s Veil Beyond the stonebound borders of Falconridge, as the skies still slumbered beneath dawn’s velvet hush, a weathered merchant stirred from his humble abode nestled in the outskirts of the Falcon region. He was one of the many solitary wayfarers who survived by chasing the whispers of trade. Rising with the stars still weeping in the heavens, he hoisted his mammoth satchel over his shoulders, prepared to journey once more through the jagged jaws of the mountain veil toward the eastern dominion of Queenslight. As always, he exchanged pleasantries with the townsfolk as he prepared to collect his precious cargo—fine Lyta soap and fragrant Lyta shampoo, both of which were coveted like elixirs of youth in Queenslight’s bustling districts. The market’s thirst for Lyta wares had become an unending river, and he rode its current like a seasoned sailor. Typically, his route was an unwavering march nort
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Chapter: Chapter 105: The Twin Blooming of Ash and StoneChapter 105: The Twin Blooming of Ash and Stone Time, elusive and weightless, had slipped through Elias’s grasp like grains of star-sanded dust. Though it seemed mere moons had passed since his arrival in the Ashed Lands, he now stood at the cusp of his twelfth cycle beneath this world’s twin moons. With the divine one-year buffer finally eclipsed, the Sacred Holloway Matriarch and Patriarch—Layla and Bob—were now permitted to cross realms and visit their prodigal son within the lands most once scorned as a lifeless expanse. Elias, however, had sculpted those cursed sands into a shimmering bastion—a resplendent haven that now cradled over five thousand demi-human souls beneath its arcane-stitched sky. Though messages imbued with mirrored glyphs had kept his parents informed, witnessing the living breath of the city—the culture forged in toil and mythsteel, the harmony pulsing between every Lytaians heart—would be a marvel only the senses
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Chapter: Chapter 104: Blessings Forged in Mithril FlameChapter 104: Blessings Forged in Mithril Flame Within the heart of the burgeoning nation of Lyta, Elias, the sovereign artificer and youthful sage of arcane engineering, began the next phase of his grand design—a revelation wrought not in steel or spell alone, but in the radiant, celestial alloy known as Mithril. Summoning every soul of the realm, he posed a simple yet profound question: “What sacred tool or armament dost thou require for thine craft?” His citizens were struck dumb by the sheer generosity of the gesture. Only moons had passed since Elias had reshaped their very essences through sacred evolution, enhancing them one by one until their mana sang anew. Though Elias wore no sign of fatigue, each Lytaian knew such divine labor was no light feat. Yet the boy continued on, tireless, as though driven by some unseen flame. And so, he alone—sole master of the Unity Mithril—shouldered the burden of crafting each relic with his own ha
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