Chapter 147 – The Covenant of Titans: Fires Lit Beneath the Golden RoadDeep within the heart of the Falcon region, nestled in a secured and discreet location where whispers of power echoed louder than any wind, an ancient gathering was quietly underway. The table they sat around was not just a piece of furniture—it was a polished obsidian relic carved in a perfect circle, radiating an aura of unspoken authority. These weren’t ordinary elders playing a friendly round of cards over a pitcher of ale; these were titans cloaked in the flesh of age—wrinkled, slow in gait, backs slightly hunched from decades of conquest. And yet, in their eyes, something unyielding still burned.It wasn’t just stubbornness.It was fire. Raw, undiluted hunger.Their hair, now faded into shades of silver, white, or none at all, whispered of time’s relentless march, but their gazes still burned with the same ferocity that once conquered cities through trade wars and corpor

Chapter 149: Clash of Future Thrones – The Covenant of Silent LionsA tense silence flooded the chamber like a fog of smoke caught between power and pretense. Every gaze fixed unblinkingly upon Holloway's iron-hearted patriarch, Elias’s grandfather—Yze Holloway. The air shimmered faintly with the weight of unspoken suspicions, each elder mogul locked in mental warfare, trying to grasp the enigmatic twist in Yze’s latest maneuver.The idea that he—the legendary Holloway Lion, master of monopolies and shadow broker of economies—would willingly step back from a once-in-a-lifetime conquest like the Golden Road… it bordered on heresy. This wasn't just unexpected. It was unthinkable.The other conglomerate heads, all wolves in their own right, concealed their astonishment with the grace of seasoned predators, but inside? Their thoughts churned like a maelstrom. Every one of them had shared scars from battles lost to Yze. This lion didn’t retreat. He conquered. S

Chapter 151: Echoes Beneath Cracked Stone — The Withering Soul of Orcus TownRather than dragging their bodies across the rough terrain all the way toward the fractured heartlands of the Queens Region, the Dragonborns opted to ride comfortably in the magically augmented vehicular caravan. Even for seasoned warriors and mana-users, the wear and tear of extended foot travel through the Ashed lands would have been a grievous waste of strength and time—perhaps even tenfold more exhausting than anyone sane would permit.However, for Elias, whose memories still vividly echoed with a past life where global travel took mere hours—or minutes, thanks to supersonic flight—this endless ride across the continent was a torment of monotony.Despite having personally reforged the interior of the multi-wheeled mana-driven caravan into a luxurious mobile abode—complete with an ether-showered washroom, a retractable rune-engraved bed, and a self-cooking alchemical kitchen—Elias still found the idle rhyt

Chapter 153: Ashes Beneath the Golden Road — Orcus Town’s Silent LamentAs the final rays of dusk began to smear the heavens with a dying gold, Elias wandered the shattered veins of what remained of Orcus Town, the once-vibrant heart of trade now hollowed to brittle bones and silent streets. The cries of hunger echoed faintly in the background like an ancient song fading with time. For the rest of the day, he had immersed himself deeply into the very marrow of the town’s existence—not as a Holloway scion or as the genius architect of Lyta Company, but as a listener, a witness, a silent bearer of their pain.Children, with dirt-streaked cheeks and eyes devoid of childish sparkle, trudged alongside gaunt adults into the wild forests that loomed like a cracked emerald wall. They scoured the treacherous thickets and unstable ridges of the Ashed lands, desperately seeking stray fruits or berry clusters clinging to wind-worn branches. But even nature had begun to turn against them. Most fru

Chapter 155: Emissaries of Flame and Steel — The Arrival of Lyta's Heralds Once a vibrant center where scaled merchants and sea-born warriors once exchanged fire-gilded goods under the ancient Golden Road trade pact, Orcus Town now wore a melancholic aura. The years had not been kind—its cobbled paths cracked, its fountains silent, and its skies stained with the rust of poverty. Yet today, the winds stirred with an unfamiliar energy, heralding the arrival of something… or someone not of this declining world. The moment the four strangers descended upon the town square, the air itself shifted—as if the sky was holding its breath. Beth, a silver-haired elder whose memory was etched with the Golden Road’s glories and failures, narrowed her eyes at the newcomers. Scaled flesh gleamed faintly beneath their garments. There was no doubt—they were Dragonborns, remnants of a draconic bloodline long believed to have retreated into ancient mountain aeries and unspoken flame kingdoms. That unm