2025-06-10 01:52:51Chapter 101: The Dawn of Lyta’s Jubilee
A grand and resplendent celebration soon unfolded across the myth-clad dominion of Lyta—a wondrous realm conjured by spell and vision under the guidance of its enigmatic sovereign, Elias Holloway. Throughout the ley-woven streets and crystal-threaded villages, revelry echoed like hymns to a new age. For three full cycles of sun and moon, the people—proud to call themselves Lytaians—abandoned labor and basked in festivity, embracing a truth that seemed divine: they were no longer forsaken exiles of the Ashed Lands, but citizens of a burgeoning utopia born of arcane ingenuity and boundless generosity. It was not Elias who had coined the term Lytaians, but it had taken root, whispered with reverence by every tongue. Here, no soul wanted for food, water, or shelter. The very fabric of society shimmered with abundance. Even more fantastical, each inhabitant had been granted a chance to ascend—their flesh
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