The Dragon Emperor of Another World: Awakening of a Legend

CHAPTER 5: Master Eileen

Ethan Lockwood and Celestia Draconyx had faced shadowy ambushes, enchanted traps, and blood-soaked battles across Endrealm Divinity, but the Town of Dasi brought a different kind of tension—one made not of blades, but blueprints.

Their mission: seek out the legendary forge-mage Eileen, whose work blurred the boundary between enchantment and engineering. Rumor had it she could reforge reality itself—if given the right materials.

“She really lives here?” Celestia asked, flicking her gaze across towering columns etched with arcane wards.

“That’s the rumor,” Ethan replied, surveying the polished cobblestone underfoot. “Apparently, she made a shield that can block dragonfire... and another that explodes if touched incorrectly.”

“Sounds trustworthy,” Celestia muttered, her tail twitching.

The Town of Dasi was massive. Golems hauled metal crates on rails of light. Markets thrummed with spellsteel traders and elemental jewelers. Overhead, crystalline birds flitted between rooftops lined with magical conduits. It was a city built by ambition—and powered by magic.

They finally located Eileen’s forge in the eastern district: a structure of gleaming blackstone and steaming vents, its entrance flanked by twin gargoyle statues and an arcane pulse barrier humming with energy.

Inside, rhythmic hammering rang through the chamber, each strike infused with precision. Eileen herself stood at the heart of the forge, copper hair tied back with a smudge of soot across one cheek. Her arms, toned from years of labor, shimmered faintly with heat as she drove her hammer into a slab of glowing metal.

She paused as Ethan stepped forward—the Amethyst Spirit Ring on his finger glowing faintly in the ambient magic. Her eyes snapped to it. Then to the Void-Cleaving Blade on his back.

“Void-Cleaving essence… and amethyst resonance.”

She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming. “Did the gods send you to ruin my peace?”

“Not intentionally,” Ethan said, grinning.

Celestia shifted closer, subtly stepping between them. “Eyes on the artifacts, please.”

Eileen smirked. “A protective partner? Intriguing.”

“Territorial,” Ethan corrected, earning a jab in the ribs from Celestia’s tail.

Eileen led them to a massive worktable inscribed with runes that glowed as they approached.

“I can do what you ask,” she said, tracing a diagram mid-air with a flick of mana. “But I’m not just adding sparkles. If I’m going to reforge your pouch and integrate it with the sword and ring, I need more than permission. I need trust—and rare components.”

“What do you need?” Ethan asked, now serious.

Eileen turned to the diagram. Runes flickered, aligning in concentric patterns.

“To reengineer your pouch with dimensional layering and combat instinct protocols, I’ll need three key materials:

Star Metal Shards — rare meteorite fragments that resonate with Void-element essence. Located in the crater fields of Norvahn, currently overrun by sandstalkers.

Night-Lily Petals — lunar-reactive flora found only in high-altitude ruins. The petals are used to inscribe ethereal runes that can 'flex' between dimensions.

Thunder Drake Whiskers — conductive magical filaments found only in the whiskers of adult storm drakes. Located in the canyons of Arask, surrounded by permanent thunderclouds.”

“Simple,” Celestia said dryly. “Only requires surviving a monster’s den, a ruined temple, and a lightning storm.”

“Exactly,” Eileen replied, deadpan. “But I’ll sweeten the deal. You bring me those three materials, and I’ll give you more than a pouch upgrade. I’ll build a system so responsive it thinks with you. Draw a blade mid-dodge? It’s in your hand. Shield spell before an ambush? Already primed.”

Ethan looked down at the pouch. It had saved his life once. What could it become?

“I’m in.”

Celestia studied the forge-mage with narrowed eyes. “You’re clever. Dangerous. But I like the way you think.”

Eileen inclined her head. “Flattery? From a dragon?”

“Observation,” Celestia corrected, but her tone was lighter.

They spent hours poring over maps, rune scrolls, and monster behavior charts. Eileen conjured three glowing glyphs into the air, each representing one of the needed materials. As they rotated, she outlined how the materials would be used:

Star Metal would form the inner core of the upgraded pouch, allowing dimensional compression.

Night-Lily Ink would let her etch sentient enchantments that adapted to Ethan’s reflexes.

Thunder Whiskers would act as magical conduits, powering automatic weapon access and defense bursts.

“Once integrated,” she said, “you’ll be able to call up any stored weapon with a single thought.”

“What happens if it overloads?” Ethan asked.

“You die,” Eileen said brightly. “So don’t overload it.”

Celestia growled. “Not funny.”

“I disagree,” Eileen said, tossing her braid over her shoulder. “But fine. I’ll build in redundancies.”

Ethan leaned forward. “And once the materials are gathered?”

“Then we forge,” Eileen said, eyes lighting with fervor. “But make no mistake—this gear won’t just make you stronger. It will change the way you fight. Forever.”

They left the forge under Dasi’s starlit sky. The city glowed behind them. Ahead lay deserts, ruins, and storms.

“You trust her?” Celestia asked quietly.

“I trust what she wants to build,” Ethan replied. “And if she’s right... we’ll need it for whatever comes next.”

Behind them, Eileen stood on her balcony, watching the horizon with a faint smile.

“They’ll bring the materials,” she murmured. “And I’ll give them something the world has never seen.”