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Chapter 100. The Bloodstain3d Key in the Left Hand
Freezing wind howled through the narrow passes of Drakon's Spine, lashing the faces of thousands of refugees huddled together on the snow. Before them stood a colossal bronze-steel gate the height of a five-story building, its surface buried beneath ancient moss and eternal ice.Clive Collins stood directly before the circular panel embedded at the center of the massive gate. His breath billowed into thick white clouds.There was no keyhole. No retinal scanner. No touchscreen.The panel was nothing more than hundreds of needle-sized holes arranged in an intricate geometric pattern, each one burrowing deep through the thick Aetherium alloy."WREN. How do I open this thing? Do I have to drip my blood into all these holes again?" Clive asked, remembering the agony of opening the Dragon Gate above.A translucent blue screen flickered before his eyes.[Negative. Scanning architectural structure. This lock has been dead for one thousand years. The backup reactor beyond the gate has complete
Chapter 99. The Ruins That Breathe
"Pull the rope, damn it! Don't let that cursed wagon roll into the ravine!"Clive Collins' hoarse voice cut through the howling blizzard at the foot of Drakon's Spine. His human right hand gripped the coarse hauling rope until his palm split open and bled, while his left arm, now a mass of black, scale-covered muscle, braced the rear of the two-ton wooden wagon.Ahead of it, a dozen pale, starving refugees from Onyxspire dragged the rope forward with what little strength they had left."The left wheel's slipping on the ice, Your Majesty!" shouted Bram, a young engineer with cracked glasses who was leading the route from the front. "The ground in this valley's too soft! If we force it, the supply wagon's gonna break apart!""Don't call me 'Your Majesty' while we're hauling wagons like crippled donkeys, Bram!" Clive shot back with a grunt. "Push toward the cliff! Use your shoulders, not just your legs!"With a powerful heave from Lycus' monstrous arm, Clive shoved the massive wagon away
Chapter 98. The Legacy of the Shadow Porter
Three days after the release of The Burden of Being Human, a small expedition quietly departed Aethelgard for the snow-covered summit of Drakon's Spine.The expedition consisted of only three people: Chairwoman Elara, Aria, the Chief Historian, and Finn, the young porter who guided them along the path he still remembered from that blizzard-stricken night at the Memorial Shrine.A gentle wind swept across the steep cliffs. The storm had long since passed, replaced by the golden light of morning reflecting across the endless fields of ancient ice."It's this way, Chairwoman Elara! The old man went toward the graves behind the shrine!" Finn called, pointing toward a trail of boot prints that had already been half-buried beneath fresh snow.Elara walked forward in silence. Her blue cloak fluttered in the mountain wind.Her heart pounded with painful certainty.Ever since Aria had told her about meeting an elderly man in a gray cloak at the library, she had known.She had known that Clive
Chapter 97. The Beginning That Became the End
The wind along the northern slopes of Drakon's Spine was exactly the same as it had been forty years ago. Freezing. It howled like a lone wolf mourning the loss of its pack, piercing straight through bone without mercy.Even though Aethelgard below now basked in warm sunlight and clean air, these ancient mountains had never surrendered their brutal climate. The eternal snowstorm remained, a silent witness to where the apocalypse had first begun.Amid the blinding expanse of white, a single gray silhouette moved at an agonizingly slow pace.Clive Collins dragged his feet forward. The straps of his canvas backpack dug into shoulders that were no longer as strong as they once were. His worn boots sank to his calves with every step. His body trembled violently, yet the scarred face marked by old burns still carried the faintest smile.Cough. Cough.A violent fit forced Clive to stop. He covered his mouth with his right hand, still wrapped in a weathered leather glove.When he pulled it aw
Chapter 96. The Face Restored by Ink
The scent of fresh ink and newly cut parchment filled the plaza before the Grand Library of Aethelgard.That morning, there was no ringing of swords or shouting politicians. Instead, the square was packed with hundreds of citizens from every walk of life, former knights, factory mechanics, and children from the city's orphanages. They stood in neat lines before a long distribution booth staffed by librarians.At one corner of the booth, Clive Collins lowered a large wooden crate from his shoulder with a soft thud."Last shipment, miss," Clive said, wiping the sweat from his brow with the small towel draped around his neck. "Five hundred copies in total. Where do you want these?"One of the female staff members, busy handing out books, turned toward him with a warm smile."Just stack them behind the table, Grandpa! Goodness, you're incredible. We hired five porters from the union, but you've carried the most by far. Here's your payment, pl
Chapter 95. The Teahouse at the Edge of Memory
The clinking of copper and silver coins echoed across an iron table stained with old engine grease."Here's your pay, old man. Three silver coins and five copper. Standard union rate for transporting heavy equipment between sectors," said the foreman of the West Sector turbine factory as he slid the coins across the table. He glanced at the hundred-kilogram crate of spare parts resting in the corner, then back at the old man in the faded gray robe standing before him. "Seriously, I still can't wrap my head around it. What the hell are your back muscles made of? Even hydraulic machines struggle with something that heavy."Clive Collins swept the coins into the leather pouch hanging from his belt. He pulled his hood a little lower, concealing his bone-white hair and the scarred left side of his face."My muscles are made of bad luck and a lifetime of carrying burdens heavier than steel, Boss," Clive replied casually. His voice was rough, accompanied by a faint smile hidden beneath the h
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