Chapter 67: The Spark of New DawnElias sprang from his bed, his heart pounding with excitement. His eyes locked on Kong, his mind racing with possibilities."It is working?" Elias inquired, his voice a mix of anticipation and hope."It is working, Boss!" Kong's voice rang out, brimming with confidence.Without a moment’s hesitation, they both darted from the residence, racing past the still-constructed houses of their village, their feet pounding on the cold ground. Kong, as always, had to weave through the same obstacles as before, while Elias soared effortlessly above, his small body skimming the air with supernatural ease. His destination was clear: the grand structure looming in the distance—a symbol of their vision and toil.The edifice before them was a monolith of progress, constructed from stone and reinforced by mystical runes. Smoke spiraled from vents on its peak, the exhaust carrying a faint trace of sulfur and promise. This

Chapter 69: The Surge of Souls Beneath the Mirage SunThrough the ashen dunes of the Falcon Wastes, where the sun’s fury carved mirages into the horizon and the wind whispered with the voices of dead tribes, a wandering band of twenty or so desert-dwelling Simians trudged onward. These desperate folk, leathery-skinned from sun-scorch and despair, were driven not by logic, but by the final ember of hope that clung to a tale—a tale of a fabled sanctum where thirst and hunger held no dominion.In truth, no creature possessed of sense would grant credence to such myth. A “paradise,” they were told—some hidden bastion in the Wastes where one might drink crystalline water until the belly sloshed, feast upon bounty until nightfall without fear of famine, and most blasphemous of all, partake in such wonders without bartering coin or servitude. The only price? A contribution of one’s talents to the settlement.A delusion, surely. And yet, desperation, tha

Chapter 71: The Arcane Audit of Lyta A week had passed since Elias, scion of the Holloway lineage, graced the ancestral estate nestled within the Falcon region to commemorate his mother's natal day. Now, his gaze turned toward the burgeoning state of Lyta, his enterprise rooted in the heart of Falconridge. Within the sanctum of her office, Christabel, Elias's devoted stewardess, meticulously transcribed company reports by the soft luminescence of a lumen crystal. Suddenly, the crystal's glow wavered, casting her shadow into a form both unfamiliar and foreboding. "Christabel, I come bearing presence," Elias's voice resonated, materializing from the ether. Swiftly, Christabel adjusted her demeanor, turning to receive the Young Master. She bowed toward the chamber's corner, where Elias emerged from the void. "It has been some time, Young Master," Christabel greeted. "Apologies, matters in the Ashed Lands demanded my attenti

Chapter 73: The Shattered Dwarven EnclaveIn the dim-lit chamber of the Ashen Wastes, Elias lay upon his silken bed of woven ethereal strands, gazing at the flickering mana-lights that danced like tiny stars across the ceiling. The deep hum of the land, a sacred resonance attuned to the rhythms of the earth’s pulse, vibrated within his core. And yet, amidst this peace, a tremor stirred the very air itself—a distant agitation that, though faint, caught his attention.With a swift motion, Elias shot upright, his mind flickering with power. His eyes shone with a radiant, golden hue as he invoked his Supreme Art: Mana Convergence, weaving the very fabric of the elemental realms into his senses. A vision beyond sight, a glimpse into the invisible network of forces that permeated the world, flooded his awareness.The disturbance was not localized to his immediate surroundings nor the Ashen Wastes, but instead seemed to emanate from far beyond, in the distant and

Chapter 75: The Arcane Arrival of the Emberborn “Master Elias! We’ve arrived to retrieve you!” From the carved crystal pane of Elias’s enchanted conveyance, a glimmering slime with an irreverent grin waved its gelatinous limb with wild enthusiasm. It was Bubbles, irrepressible as ever. Trailing behind Bubbles’s vehicle were five other rune-etched cargo-haulers, each piloted by a seasoned HobMankey adept in long-range mana-freight navigation. Relief came like rainfall after drought—after nearly an hour of tension, the cavalry had arrived. Each of these enchanted haulers was outfitted with a great wheeled platform hewn from wood and reinforced with nullmetal. These mystic carts were specifically fashioned to ferry great volumes of supplies from the fortified city of Falconridge all the way to the dust-scoured Ashed Lands. By fortuitous alignment, today marked the day Christabel’s supply mission w