The emerald green radiance exploding from behind Isyra's silver armor manifested into a spatial shockwave truly slicing through the night darkness on the outer platform of the central palace. The macro-dimensioned holographic projection hovering in the air vibrated dynamically, mapping the energy logistics circuit draft flowing between two coordinate points separated by a distance of hundreds of kilometers. At one end, the silver radiance line locked precisely onto the core of Lyra's chest circuit floating in front of the corrosion snake armor lines.However, at the other end of the line, that energy lineage pierced through the layers of the earth, darted backward linearly, and anchored dead precisely onto Jaxon's physical heart circuit in the depths of Aegisvar's Western Sector."No, this does not make sense militarily!" Isyra exclaimed tactically, her pair of officer eyes widening perfectly staring at the third-wave map projection emerging from her late mother's jade. "How is it pos

The stasis freezing sound instantly echoed constantly from the direction of the central palace platform's rear line. Hundreds of old throne shadow knights led by Captain Vaelen suddenly halted their offensive stampede. The silver Mana lines flowing along their gray armor shifted colors extremely into a distorted dark purple.Their bodies were stiff like gray stone statues, before finally the veteran pair of silver eyes opened once more with a cold, empty radiance, fully bound by the absolute authority of the ancient silver crown replica lifted high by Emperor Axandra atop the throne stairs."Hahaha! A highly ironic destiny draft, is it not, Ethan?" Emperor Axandra burst out laughing, his voice filled with the intensity of macro-scale black magic energy that shook the entire eclipse sky dome. "Your Eldravar blood does indeed possess the biological capability to melt their physical forms from the freezing upstream. However, their soul obedience lineage has been locked utilizing this cro

The binary projection radiance emerging from King Alexander's chest circuit split the eclipse night darkness with a truly massive blood-red glow. That macro-dimensioned holographic visualization spun dynamically in the platform air, reconstructing a memory draft of thirty years ago in an audio-visual recording highly clean of distortions. Within that memory draft, the blazing fire of slaughter devoured the entire old palace complex. However, the figure standing holding a blood-stained sword blade in front of the throne guards' corpses was not a masked soldier belonging to the empire, but rather Supreme Commander Zaky in a much more robust younger armor version."This dawn attack is complete, Emperor," young Zaky's voice within the recording sounded highly flat, cold, and laden with logistical betrayal calculations. "Alexander's entire core guard lineage has been neutralized by me from within. In return, ensure the Aegisvar Valley Sector remains beneath my autonomous authority without

The white stratospheric mist battered the outer walls of The Nomad Sanctuary at a constant speed as the first light of dawn broke. In the lower courtyard, constructed from plates of magical pine-metal and ancient drive circuit silsite, the cold felt incredibly pure. The atmospheric pressure at this altitude was enough to crush the lungs of an ordinary human, but for Ethan Eldravar, the tightness in his chest didn't stem from the atmosphere, it came from the Mana circuits in his right arm, which remained completely blocked. The dragon-scale tattoo that usually glowed blue-gold now looked like dead charcoal etched onto his skin."Focus on the axis of your circuit, Ethan. Don't look at your arm," a calm voice broke through the hum of the mechanical wind.Alden stood three paces ahead of him. His white linen robe fluttered, partially concealing the magical circuits etched along his wrists. As a mage who had dedicated his entire life to mapping energy anomalies, Alden lacked the brutal au

Ethan's footsteps echoed heavily across the magical steel plates of the outer courtyard of The Nomad Sanctuary. Each stride left behind a thin trail of freezing vapor, the byproduct of his third-stage circuit that had just erupted within the forging chamber with Brian.The new meteorite armor encasing his body emitted an ice-blue luminescence in perfect alignment with Rion’s aura. Beneath his robe, Rion gripped Ethan’s shoulder, releasing a low growl audible only to Ethan’s dragon-rider senses."They are moving toward Valtherion, Ethan. I sense plumes of smoke and terror down below," Rion’s voice whispered within the upstream of Ethan’s consciousness, faint yet laden with a restless, wild instinct."I know, Rion. We go down now," Ethan replied in a low voice, his cold rage already locking onto a single tactical coordinate in his mind.The report from Kavi minutes ago in the forging chamber had completely incinerated the remnants of Ethan’s patience. Axandra's Iron Reavers were marchin