Chapter 88: The Sovereign’s Infiltration - Biru’s Quest in the Ashed Lands Despite the fervent pleas of his trusted advisors, the Dwarven Sovereign, a ruler whose will was as unyielding as the mountains, remained resolute in his decision. The matter at hand was not one of military conquest nor of political intrigue—it was something far more personal, yet equally significant. He had resolved to undertake a perilous venture to the so-called "paradise" in the Ashed Lands, a place where the promise of a beverage—dear to every dwarf’s soul—flowed in abundance. A single command was given, and magic, ancient and vast, flowed from the Sovereign’s body. His mighty frame, once towering like the peaks of the ancestral mountains, shrank in height, while his once fiery, wild eyebrows were tamed, yielding to a soft but steady line. The great beard that had once draped his face like an intricate tapestry of royal heritage dissolved into free-flowing locks that cascade

Chapter 90: The Binding of Allies In the heart of the celebration, Biru, the Dwarven King, found himself lifted by the jubilant hands of his comrades. They hoisted him high into the air, tossing him upward with joyous cheers, their spirits as unrestrained as the roaring fires of the hearth that warmed the tavern walls. His heart swelled with pride, not only for his game-winning hit but for the acceptance he had earned from those around him. As the festivities continued deep into the night, the ale flowed freely, spilling from tankard to tankard in a constant rhythm. The clinking of mugs and the hearty laughter of his newfound companions filled the air. The tavern was a kaleidoscope of mirth, where both the sturdy dwarves and the mischievous HobMankey alike raised their mugs in reverence to Biru's skill on the field. The dwarves, once stern and critical of his presence, had now thawed under the warmth of shared victory. They had come to re

Chapter 104: Blessings Forged in Mithril FlameWithin 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 hand. No smith or sage could yet match his comman

Chapter 93: Ember-Sung Oath and the Forge of Divinity With the sacred pact etched into enchanted stone tablets and sanctified by ancient glyphs, the grand alliance between the Stonethrone Dominion of the Deepforge Dwarves and the mystic realm of Lyta was now bound by spell and will. This was not merely a political gesture; it was the awakening of an epoch. An accord destined to be etched across the runes of history, whispered as prophecy throughout the Lytaians' twilight-swept chronicles. Yet, the grandeur of such a future tale would unfold another day. Tonight, the halls of granite echoed with jubilation. The dwarves, stout-hearted and hammer-handed, unleashed a celebration of elemental passion—tavern-fires roared, goblets overflowed with golden embermead and bitter frostbrew, and the air was heavy with the scent of roasted basilisk flank and rootspiced broth. Within this revelry, Elias—the prodigious mind b

Chapter 95 – The Fractured Crucible of the Starborn Flame With each deliberate footfall, Elias Holloway advanced through the blinding radiance that threatened to erase even the memory of shadow. Around him surged a light too immense to comprehend—like plunging headfirst into the very heart of a newborn star forged by a Celestial Being’s hand. Yet despite the brilliance, Elias’s arcane instincts whispered the truth: he was nearing the GodForge, the crucible said to be hewn from divine flame and world-song. Mana confirmed it. Not merely Fire mana. No—this was a convergence of all the elemental strains that danced across the spectrum of reality. Water, Earth, Air, Poison, Lightning, Darkness, and Light—each elemental chorus sang in symphony within the pyre, swirling in impossible harmony. Where logic dictated chaos—where clashing elements should’ve annihilated one another—the flames of the GodForge defied reason. The elemental essences wove