Veyr: And Jena was recognised?Djurn: “By the Pillar of Wisdom itself. She stood before it as a child. It did not test her. It bowed.”Djurn: " yes . I may not witness it but my connection with monument of reality blessed me with a glimpse of that miracle Noir (voice sharp): “That’s impossible. The monument predates the gods. It does not bow.”Djurn:So you don't believe me .Noir : one can only achieve such feat if they born as an being surpass dragonsDjurn : i have proof and you may be surprised to see the results Djurn rub an orb in his hand shows a memory shared by the pillar of wisdom The Pillar of Wisdom, entwined by the World Tree. Twilight bleeds into the sky as mana pulses through the roots like veins of light.Golden Dragon (voice echoing like thunder across eternity): “You dare trespass upon the pillar of wisdom, mortal? The Monument of Reality is not for the unworthy.”Jena (hovering mid-air, her cloak torn, eyes glowing with defiance): “I’m not here to steal truth. I’

Aelo turned away, his gaze drifting to the horizon where the star bled into the mountains.Aelo: “I trained under you to master flame. Not to become it.”Aeonyr Vexhalion: “Then become more. Become worthy. Bring me the flower. And I will give you the cluster. Let the world see what true fire looks like.”Aelo turned back, his eyes burning.Aelo: “Then I will go to Pyrrhalis. I will face Iifred. And if I return… the flame will rise anew.”Aeonyr nodded.Aeonyr Vexhalion: “Good. Let the embers remember your name.”The lava planet Pyrrhalis roared beneath Aelo’s descent. Rivers of molten fire carved glowing veins across obsidian plains, and volcanoes bled light into the sky. The air shimmered with heat and history. This was not a world—it was a crucible.Aelo stood at the edge of the Cradle of Flame, where the Flame Flower bloomed once every thousand years. Its petals flickered like solar flares, and its stem pulsed with the rhythm of the planet’s core.But between Aelo and the flower st

He looked up at Aeonyr.And Aeonyr… paused.For the first time in centuries, he saw something unfamiliar: a reflection.Aeonyr Vexhalion (softly): “You… you carry my blood.”The boy nodded, his voice calm but resonant.Mythic Being: “I was born of your will. I am your legacy.”Malaketh stepped forward, his form shimmering with judgment.Malaketh: “He is not a weapon. He is a soul. A convergence of conquest and consequence. And he must be named.”Aeonyr turned to Malaketh, his voice steady.Aeonyr Vexhalion: “Then name him. Let the world remember.”Malaketh raised his hand. The chamber pulsed.Malaketh: “Then let him be called… ludvin. The Flameborn Heir.”ludvin stepped forward, his gaze locked on Aeonyr. The forge dimmed. The maze began to dissolve.ludvin: “I feel the ice in my veins. The flame in my bones. The forest in my breath. I am not just your creation. I am your answer.”Aeonyr’s cloak flared, his wings unfolding.Aeonyr Vexhalion: “Then rise, ludvin. Rise as my son. Rise as

The three stand together, their auras intertwining. Jiho’s Trisoul pulses brighter. Sil’nar’s transformation deepens. Rucus’s blade hums with resonance.Jiho (to Rucus): "Then let’s enter the Summit. Together. And face the towers. All three."Rucus (smiling): "And if the Third Tower opens… we walk through. No matter what waits beyond."Sil’nar (grinning): "Three flames. Three souls. One purpose."After they decided to form a group rucus continued to spill the information he know about the tower to his new companionsRucus (gazing into his drink): "Those who clear the Flame Tower return in six months to a year. The Earth Tower… two to three years. But the Third Tower? ."Jiho (leaning forward): " go on your father reached the third tower . Did he said something do you remember of… ."Rucus (nodding): "He returned changed. His memories fractured. But he brought someone back. A bride. My mother."Sil’nar (eyes narrowing): " your mother. the bride from the tower?"Rucus (softly): "She g

The sky above the Sanctum of thrones shimmered with soulfire, casting radiant hues across the ancient marble floor etched with runes older than memory. The air pulsed with anticipation. Seven thrones, each carved from a different elemental crystal, stood in a circle. Upon them sat the seven masters—heroes of the Golden Dragon Era, each a living legend.The three dukes arrived first, their armor dazzling from valor, their expressions grim but resolute. Duke Dragonette, surrounded by floating gears and soul glyphs, nodded to his peers. Amphipteres Duke, his wings folded like scrolls of wind, stood tall with a gaze that pierced the horizon. Wyvern Duke, flanked by his warlord demi-Wyvern father, radiated a quiet fury.They were joined by four others: the Pure Energy Swordsman, a common dragon whose blade hummed with bluish-white soul colour resonance; the Twin dagger Dragon Humanoid Basilisk, cloaked in void silk, his eyes burning with sacred fury; the Fire Monarch a dragon, his mane a