Isyra Nyxaris’s steps felt incredibly quiet as she walked along the suspension bridge connecting the Northern Sector to the Eastern Sector. At this altitude, the stratospheric wind blew relentlessly, brushing past her twilight-colored hair. Beneath the bridge, the vast expanse of The Nomad Sanctuary stretched unthinkably far.This sprawling floating valley, seemingly boundless in size, was shrouded by an ancient optical cloak, making it look like nothing more than an ordinary patch of white clouds to the naked eye from the lower lands. Thousands of survivors from the coup decades ago lived there, raising magical beasts and cultivating the land beneath a complex network of atmospheric condenser circuits.Isyra held the coordinate drafts provided by Rexi with slightly trembling fingers. Her mind was divided between the grief over Chief Tabib Luvy's death and her anxiety for Ethan, who was currently facing a harsh trial from Elders Aqlan and Thorva. However, she knew her position was no

The next dawn in The Nomad Sanctuary brought no warmth, but rather a strict, tactical shift for Ethan Eldravar’s body. After hours of being kinetically battered by Elder Aqlan the previous afternoon, Ethan was given no time to let his biological circuits rest passively.This floating valley was inhabited by the finest survivors of the old era, and the high-ranking officials had no intention of wasting a single second in the recovery draft of the last dragon rider.The ice-cold inner training courtyard of the Northern Sector was now transformed into a macro-scale conditioning laboratory. Under the cold supervision of Elder Thorva, who remained faithfully with his arms crossed in the upper stands, Ethan realized that his training curriculum was designed in the form of specialist formations.Aqlan might hold control over the ancient dragon alignment drafts, but when it came to detailed energy mechanics, the other elders possessed their own specialized expertise."Your greatest dilemma is

The darkness of the stratospheric night had only just shifted when Ethan Eldravar set foot once more upon the main courtyard of the Northern Sector.Beneath his black robe, the new meteorite armor crafted by Uncle Brian no longer emitted a wild luminescence; the ancient war strategy scroll he had brought from Elder Oricon in the Western Sector was safely stored behind his tactical belt.Ethan’s genius logic had already locked in one absolute conclusion regarding Isyra’s lineage, but he chose to keep that information draft deep within the vaults of his consciousness. For now, his mechanical focus had to be directed entirely toward one thing: maturing the third-stage circuit that was still unstable.However, this dawn brought a different atmosphere to the training courtyard. As Ethan removed his outer robe, his right shoulder felt empty. There was no grip of small talons, no hiss of cold air, and no red spikes that usually brushed against his cheek.Rion was not there.His partner, the

The vibration on the magical steel plates in the connecting corridor of the Northern Sector felt subtle yet constant beneath the soles of Ethan Eldravar’s tactical boots. It was a macro-scale tremor, signaling that the spatial propulsion engines controlled by Elder Corin in the eastern control room were recalibrating coordinates.The Nomad Sanctuary was shifting linearly through the stratospheric cloud layers, cutting through the tactical search radars of the Iron Reavers that might have begun to detect circuit distortions in the western region.Ethan walked with a calm, measured stride. The meteorite armor beneath his outer black robe no longer hissed harshly. The artificial gravity endurance training with Alden earlier that dawn had left a draft of biological fatigue in his muscles, yet his third-stage circuit now flowed stably, resembling a deep river of ice.The intense cold clash with Elder Thorva had trained his logic to lock any promotional bait into a mechanical calculation cl

Ethan Eldravar’s footsteps slowed in an orderly manner the moment he entered the main strategy room located at the heart of the Center Sector.Beside him, Rion walked in a compressed form, no longer displaying his macro size, instead walking silently with his ice circuit luminescence completely suppressed. The convergence session in the Northern Sector courtyard earlier this dawn had indeed united his energy nodes, but inside Ethan's head, there was a new draft of awareness locked away tightly.He had failed at the central palace. His rushed decisions in the past had nearly wiped out the remnants of Aegisvar. Standing at the threshold of the launch gates with rage or the ambition to lead once more was a tactical foolishness that would only repeat the same tragedy.The heavy bronze door of the room opened mechanically. Inside, a large round table made of ancient silsite rock was already active, projecting a three-dimensional topographical draft of the entire Valtherion rift and the out