2025-05-17 23:45:33They entered a vast circular chamber, silent and cold. The dome overhead was carved with the sigils of ancient dragons, and pillars encircled the area like sentinels. Three colossal golems loomed before them—stone and metal constructs with horned dragon heads and armored torsos. Glowing red runes lined their bodies, pulsing faintly. An eerie hush fell.
The tallest guardian raised a giant greatsword and growled. Its roar was low and gravelly, shaking loose pebbles on the floor. Ethan’s heart pounded as he gripped his blade. Beside him, Celestia ignited a wick of shadow on her spear, while Nina cracked her knuckles in a confident grin.
Ethan charged first. He lunged like a storm, sword overhead. “This ends now!” he shouted. He unleashed a spinning strike at the lead golem’s head, lightning-fast. But the blade met unyielding stone. A clang rang out as his sword shattered on the golem’s tough scales. Sparks flew like fiery rain. The shockwave hurled Ethan backward into a s
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CHAPTER 95: The Saintess
Dusk settled over Carosso as Seraphina arrived at the mighty gates of the capital. The sky burned gold and purple, and the last sunlight caught in her silver hair, which flowed behind her like a moonlit veil. She was exhausted from the long journey. As she gazed up at the towering walls, her heart swirled with relief and sorrow. It was a new beginning for her, yet also the end of the life she once knew.Her once-pristine robes of white and platinum — the robes of a High Priestess — were now torn and dust-stained. She no longer resembled a revered cleric of the High Cathedral; now she looked like a weary refugee, a woman betrayed by those she had served. Yet her sky-blue eyes still burned with determination. She was heartbroken but not defeated. Not while hope beckoned beyond these walls.At the gate, Carosso’s knights greeted Seraphina with deep respect and escorted her inside per the Emperor’s orders. For the first time in months, she felt trul
CHAPTER 94: Carosso's Voice
At every tavern, in every bustling marketplace, and across the halls of noble courts, the legend of Ethan Lockwood echoed in lively song and story. Bards strummed lutes by crackling hearths as villagers and travelers leaned in, eager to hear of the Dragon Emperor’s latest exploits. Even elven minstrels from distant forests sang ballads of his deeds, each tale more fantastical than the last. From his fateful duel with the dark warlord Kaelthorne, to his triumphant slaying of the frost dragon that once terrorized the north, to his bold conquest of the great city of Carosso — Ethan’s rise had captured the imagination of all.Among these tales, one song in particular had taken the world by storm. Its haunting melody and rousing chorus made it the people’s anthem, hummed by blacksmiths at their forges and murmured by children falling asleep. It was called “The Dragon Emperor’s Song.” On any given night, one could hear its verses drifting t
CHAPTER 93: Forging Bonds
That afternoon, the castle forge was alive with activity. Under the glow of roaring firelight, Solaine the blacksmith stood at his anvil, holding a long blade of heated mithril steel with sturdy tongs. The metal glowed orange-hot, ready to be imbued with power. At his side, Solaine’s daughter Nina hovered with a bowl of shimmering rune-ink and a fine inscription brush. Just a few steps back, Celestia and Eileen prepared to do their parts – Celestia to channel her dragonfire, and Eileen to bind the magic with her aura. Watching from the sidelines, Lyra Vespera and Lyssandra looked on with wide-eyed curiosity; even as bystanders they could feel the excitement crackling in the air.Solaine inspected the blade one last time and gave a satisfied nod. “The blade is hot and ready for runes,” he announced, his deep voice carrying over the crackle of coals. He glanced at Celestia. “Let
CHAPTER 92: Lyra Vespera
The next morning, Ethan led Celestia to a quiet corner of the palace library where a small ornate pouch lay on a marble table. Silver runes glinted on its fabric. Celestia knew at once what it was – the dimensional pouch containing Lyra Vespera, the vampire maiden Ethan had promised to protect for their enemy Zephario.Ethan took a steady breath. “It’s time I fulfill my promise to Zephario,” he said softly. Celestia nodded, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.With a careful tug, Ethan opened the pouch. A cool blue light flowed out and gently formed the outline of a young woman on the floor. As the magic faded, Lyra Vespera’s unconscious form remained. She looked deathly pale, her raven hair fanned around her and her dress torn and bloodstained from past horrors.Celestia knelt an
CHAPTER 91: Negotiation (2)
Before the night was over, Ethan and Garrick agreed that only the dwarves of Ironroot, ruled by King Havram, could build the Grand Arena. Ethan planned to entice them with generous trade from Carosso’s Mistveil Mine—the promise of mithril steel flowing into Ironroot’s forges. Garrick heartily concurred, thumping his tankard on the table. "Offer a dwarf a mountain of mithril, and he'll build you whatever you want," he laughed. They toasted to the new alliance and the bright future of Carosso.Not long after, the two men parted ways beneath the torchlit corridors of the palace. Garrick departed to spread the good news among his guild, while Ethan made his way toward his chambers, weary from the long day’s negotiations and triumphs.In Ethan’s private quarters, Celestia waited by the window. Moonlight outlined her graceful figure; her
CHAPTER 90: Negotiation (1)
In a dimly lit back room far from prying ears, Ethan sat across from Garrick, the grizzled Guildmaster of the Adventurers' Guild. A single oil lamp cast flickering shadows across the stone walls. Garrick leaned back in his chair with arms crossed over his scarred chest and a deep frown on his grey-stubbled face. He let out a long, tired sigh."I never thought I’d see the day I’d be complaining directly to the Emperor himself…" Garrick growled. "But here we are."Emperor Ethan of Carosso set down his wine goblet and gave a slight, wry smile. He had shed his crown and finery for a plain cloak and tunic—tonight he looked more like an adventurer than a king. "What troubles you, old friend? Speak freely."Garrick grunted, grateful for Ethan’s informal tone. "It’s that damned conscript
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