Chapter 30 The kingdoms (Part 2)
Chapter 30 The kingdoms (Part 2)
Deep in the jagged peaks of a volcanic mountain range lies Kingdom Of Drachroth, the ancestral home of the Dragon-born.
While they might look human from a distance, the illusion falls apart the moment you get close.
Their skin is covered in diamond-hard scales that have a metallic shimmer, and their eyes are narrow, slitted windows into a soul made of fire.
With razor-sharp nails and a natural strength that completely eclipses any human “Potential,” every single one of them is a living weapon.
But their most terrifying trait is their ability to shed their human skin and transform into massive, towering dragons and a spectacle of wings and fire that most people don’t survive to talk about.
The kingdom is carved directly into the core of the mountains, a place built on nothing but fire and family bloodlines. It’s a society obsessed with physical power and history.
When you walk through the city, the air actually vibrates from a deep, rhythmic chanting coming from the pits below a constant tribute to the dragons of the past.
Everything is built on a massive scale; the archways are skyscraper-high and the plazas are wide enough to give everyone’s wings and tails plenty of room.
You won’t find any streetlamps here either. Instead, glowing rivers of orange magma are channeled through the stone streets to provide light and heat.
Right now, the throne belongs to Empyrean Aeismire Drakara, and she’s a big deal as she’s the first woman to ever rule Drachroth in its long, violent history.
In a world where only absolute strength matters, Drakara didn’t inherit the crown, she took it.
People say her scales are tougher than the mountain itself, and her control over fire is so total that even the oldest, grumpiest clan leaders bow when she walks in.
She rules with a sharp intelligence, proving to everyone that a Dragon-born queen’s fire burns just as hot if not hotter than any king who came before her.
Her witness to Tsukia’s unleashed potential:
Mid-spar, the sky began to bleed with the terrifying energy Tsukia had let loose.
Her sister, Aeismire Deith faltered, eyes locked on the sky, but Drakara only smiled with a cold, disinterested expression that showed exactly where her priorities lay.
She didn’t care about the sky, she only cared about the rhythm of the fight. Without a word, she pressed the attack, forcing her sister to focus back on the steel in front of her.
Deep in a forest so thick and magically charged that the trees actually shift to trap anyone who doesn’t belong there lies the Kingdom of Elvedia.
The sacred home of the elves, hidden away in a forest so thick and magically charged that the land itself feels alive.
The trees aren’t just plants, they’re sentient guardians that quietly shift their roots and branches to lead unwanted visitors into endless circles until they’re completely lost.
The whole place has an ethereal, almost haunting vibe, with air that feels thick with old spells. You won’t see any stone or brick buildings here.
Instead, everything is woven from living silver-wood that glows with a soft, pulsing white light, making the forest floor look like it’s covered in fallen stars. This kingdom is obsessed with knowledge.
It’s a land of massive libraries and ancient scrolls where every bit of world history is kept safe. Right at the center of it all stands the World Tree, or the Tree of Wisdom—a colossal tree that’s the source of all elven power.
Their magic is nature itself is raw, green, and completely unstoppable.
Because they’re so connected to the nature, fairies are everywhere, treated like family and free to roam wherever the wind takes them.
There’s zero industry or pollution in Elvedia. Instead of working in factories, the elves spend their time maintaining the “Great Song" a never-ending melody that hums through the ground to keep the forest healthy and alive.
The Elf King who rules the nation is none other than Itkahshia Eaeren-Fazien.
He’s the perfect image of elven royalty, with long, pin-straight white hair and a face that’s almost disturbingly handsome.
He has fair skin and the sharp, pointed ears of his pure bloodline, which gives him a direct, absolute connection to the World Tree.
Itkahshia Eaeren-Fazien is officially the smartest person in the world as he holds a staggering amount of information in his mind.
Furthermore, thanks to his royal elven blood, he possesses the power to control the elements of nature themselves: water, fire, earth, and wind.
He’s the kind of ruler who leads with a brilliant and backed by intense mana and immense magical power.
His witness to Tsukia’s unleashed potential:
Mid-prayer beneath the Tree of Wisdom, the peace was shattered as the sky suddenly bruised and turned a deep, ink-black scarlet caused by tsukia’s powers.
The elves around him faltered with confusion rippled through the crowd, and while some were paralyzed by terror, others tried to keep their heads down and keep praying.
But Itkahshia Eaeren-Fazien didn’t look afraid, Right in the middle of the sacred silence, he let out a sudden, bursting laugh that echoed through the air.
His eyes sparkled with a strange intensity as he stared up at the void Tsukia had created, leaning in to whisper something to himself that no one else could hear.