Frost-Essence Alloy, luminescent Primordial timber, and Void Essence crystals fully integrated into the sect's resources, Khaldron turned his attention to the next-generation portal network. The goal was more than transportation—it was the seamless threading of multiple regions, with stability, energy efficiency, and automation beyond anything the sect had achieved before.
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Design and Construction
Portal Frames: Forged from Frost-Essence Alloy and reinforced with Primordial timber, each frame could self-stabilize against lattice fluctuations and environmental stress. Void Essence crystals embedded in the corners acted as energy capacitors, amplifying throughput and allowing multi-dimensional travel.
Rune Arrays: Advanced runes carved directly into alloy beams monitored energy flow, spatial alignment, and temporal coherence. Automated recalibration ensured that portals remained stable even under massive traffic or volatile external conditions.
Integration with Lattice: The lattice threaded through the portals like veins, guiding travelers, materials, and energy across dimensions. Each portal acted as both gateway and regulator, maintaining perfect harmony between reality, energy, and matter.
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Functionality and Advantages
Mass Transport: Hundreds of dwarves, villagers, and machinery could move simultaneously, each safeguarded by lattice-guided pathways.
Resource Flow: Timber, frost ore, and void essence traveled automatically from outposts to workshops, smelters, and construction sites without human supervision.
Energy Efficiency: Void Essence acted as a self-sustaining energy source, reducing the strain on lattice threads and allowing continuous operation for decades.
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Outpost Connectivity
The new portals linked previously unreachable regions:
1. Frost Hell Deep Mines: Rare frost-alloys transported instantly to central forges.
2. Primordial World Groves: Luminescent timber and sap moved directly to construction sites and workshops.
3. Region Void Essence Pockets: Energy crystals threaded into lattice conduits, powering portals, machinery, and Reaper Art experimentation labs.
Every outpost became a fully functional hub, capable of extraction, processing, and distribution without constant supervision. Runes and lattice threads automated logistics while dwarves focused on innovation, research, and societal development.
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Daily Operations
Even with these advanced systems, dwarves maintained their rituals of focus: coffee in frost-threaded containers and whiskey aged in Primordial barrels. Each sip aligned mind and body with the lattice, ensuring precision when handling portals, resources, or new experiments.
Khaldron walked among the active portal halls, Heart-Sickle resting at his side, frost spiraling around his boots. He observed dwarves calibrating runes, inspecting Frost-Essence beams, and threading Void Essence into conduits.
"These portals," he said, voice calm yet resonant, "are not merely gateways. They are extensions of comprehension—threads of mastery woven into reality itself. Every traveler, every resource, every spark of energy must pass through understanding, discipline, and care. This is the future of our civilization."
Durgrun exhaled, frost cracking softly from his massive form. "Master Khaldron… these portals… they are more than passageways. They are arteries of civilization. They bring life, energy, and mastery to every corner of the sect."
Frost motes spiraled above the halls, threading through runes, portals, and machinery alike. The lattice hummed faintly, acknowledging the integration of new materials and energies into the next-generation portal network. The sect had not only expanded—it had transformed into a civilization capable of instantaneous interdimensional operation, guided by knowledge, innovation, and Khaldron's unwavering mastery.
The new-generation portals hummed with energy, Frost-Essence beams glowing faintly, Void Essence conduits pulsing, and Primordial timber shimmering along lattice threads. Khaldron observed the flow of dwarves, villagers, and machines, noting how seamlessly the sect operated.
Durgrun stepped beside him, massive frost-cracked hands resting on the edge of a portal frame. His voice, low and steady, carried the weight of concern and foresight.
"Master Khaldron," he began, frost rattling softly with each exhale, "the portals, the outposts, the resource flows… everything thrives under your guidance. But the scale of what we've begun to create—this civilization, these networks—will soon exceed the capacity of our current apprentices and dwarves."
Khaldron turned, frost spiraling around his boots as his piercing eyes met Durgrun's.
"They are skilled," Khaldron said calmly, "and decades of training have made them masters in their own right. Yet you speak truth. Expansion will require more hands, more comprehension, and more vigilance."
Durgrun nodded, massive form shifting. "Yes. If we are to establish new outposts, explore undiscovered regions, maintain next-generation portals, and continue developing Frost-Essence technology… we will need more apprentices. Dwarves alone will not suffice. We require both skilled minds and disciplined bodies."
Khaldron's hand rested on the Heart-Sickle, its pulse faint but steady, reflecting the lattice threads around them. "Very well. We shall begin recruitment—apprentices who can learn, who can thread their understanding into the lattice, and who can carry forward the work of innovation and mastery. Each must undergo rigorous training in all aspects of our civilization: portals, metallurgy, Primordial timber, runes, and resource extraction."
Durgrun exhaled, frost swirling around him. "We can begin with nearby villages. Those who show aptitude in focus, discipline, and comprehension can be brought to the sect. We can thread their training into the lattice from the moment they arrive, accelerating their learning and integration."
Khaldron nodded. "And we will prepare scrolls, runes, and lessons that contain all accumulated knowledge—Frost-Essence, Void Essence, portal networks, Reaper Arts integration, and resource mastery. Every apprentice will inherit centuries of work in compressed learning. Their hands and minds must be ready to continue the expansion."
Durgrun's eyes glimmered with resolve. "Then it shall be done. The sect will grow not just in size, but in knowledge, capability, and reach. We will thread new life into our civilization, and the lattice will expand with them."
Khaldron's gaze swept across the halls, portals, and workshops alive with activity. Frost motes spiraled higher, reflecting fractured silver light off Frost-Essence beams.
"Prepare the selection," Khaldron said, voice calm but commanding. "The future demands apprentices who can think beyond limits, act with precision, and carry the burden of expansion. Let all who enter understand that this is more than a task—it is the continuation of mastery itself."
Durgrun bowed slightly, fists planted against the Frost-Essence frame. "It will be done, Master Khaldron. We will find those worthy to thread into the lattice."
And with that, the sect's next chapter of growth began, the lattice pulsing faintly as though sensing the coming influx of new minds, hands, and hearts, ready to expand the civilization into realms yet unseen.
Durgrun stood beside Khaldron, frost cracking softly from his massive frame as the lattice threads pulsed faintly through the halls. Apprentices trained, runes hummed, and portals shimmered with Frost-Essence energy.
Khaldron's eyes traced the flow of activity, calm yet piercing. "Durgrun," he began, voice steady, "it has been nearly a year outside… yet sixty years have passed within the lattice here. Time flows differently, and the sect has grown in ways most could never imagine."
Durgrun shifted, frost rattling softly. "Yes, Master Khaldron. The expansion, the new portals, the outposts… all flourish, yet more hands, more minds… will always be needed."
Khaldron's gaze hardened slightly, thoughtful. "Perhaps it is time to extend our reach beyond the current borders. The Plump Blossom Sect has long maintained skilled cultivators and artisans. If we write to them—formally, with clarity—we can invite recruits into full integration with our sect."
Durgrun's eyes widened. "Recruitment beyond our borders… full integration… you speak of trade as well?"
Khaldron nodded, frost motes spiraling around his boots. "Yes. A full-scale exchange of knowledge, resources, and labor. Apprentices and masters from the Plump Blossom Sect can thread into our lattice, bringing fresh perspective, skills, and labor for expansion. In return, our artisans, runesmiths, and Reaper Art experts can aid their development. Trade flows both ways, strengthening both civilizations."
Durgrun exhaled, frost mist rising. "It will be a massive undertaking. But the benefits… unmatched. Their masters, students, and resources joining our lattice… our sect would grow exponentially."
Khaldron's lips curved faintly. "Kael will facilitate. He knows their customs, their expectations, and how to negotiate their willingness. We will write a formal letter—an invitation, a pact. Clear terms, full transparency. Recruitment, integration, trade—all under lattice guidance."
Durgrun bowed slightly. "Then it shall be done, Master Khaldron. The letter will be written. Kael will deliver it. And the Plump Blossom Sect will witness what comprehension and discipline can yield."
Khaldron's gaze swept across the bustling halls, apprentices threading runes and transporting resources. "Let them know," he said quietly, "that this is not merely an invitation—it is an opportunity to join a civilization of mastery, precision, and growth. Those who accept will thread their essence into a lattice that spans realms, resources, and centuries."
Durgrun's massive hands clenched lightly, frost spiraling with intent. "It shall be done. Our civilization grows… and now, it will extend its hand to allies beyond our walls."
The lattice pulsed faintly in response, as if acknowledging the next stage of expansion. Portals shimmered with Frost-Essence light, Void Essence thrummed quietly, and Primordial timber hummed in resonance. The first step toward sect integration and full-scale trade had begun.
In the frost-laden chamber, fractured silver light danced across Frost-Essence beams and Primordial timber frames. Khaldron, Grand Elder of the Azure Sect, sat at a large table, Heart-Sickle resting at his side, as Durgrun and Kael stood nearby. Scrolls, runes, and computation arrays were arranged meticulously, ready to encode the message.
Khaldron dipped his quill, ink infused with lattice-threaded essence, and began to write:
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To the Esteemed Leaders of the Plump Blossom Sect,
Peace and mastery to you.
As Grand Elder of the Azure Sect, I extend to you an invitation to participate in a comprehensive program of integration, apprenticeship, and technological exchange between our sects.
Our proposal is as follows:
1. Recruitment and Apprenticeship
Skilled cultivators, artisans, and engineers from your sect are welcome to join our civilization for apprenticeship in lattice-threaded resource management, Frost-Essence metallurgy, Primordial timber engineering, Void Essence utilization, and portal operation.
Apprentices will undergo intensive training under our guidance, ensuring rapid comprehension and mastery of all facets of the Azure Sect's technology and Reaper Arts integration.
2. Knowledge and Technology Sharing
All knowledge pertaining to Frost-Essence alloys, Primordial timber processing, Void Essence conduits, portal construction, rune automation, and lattice integration can be shared freely with your sect, ensuring that expertise is preserved and expanded.
Educational programs will be established to pass down this knowledge to your apprentices, ensuring that your sect benefits fully from centuries of accumulated understanding.
3. Manpower and Integration
Your sect's members will thread into our lattice-guided civilization, participating in construction, resource harvesting, portal operation, and innovation.
In return, your sect will have access to all advancements, projects, and innovations developed within the Azure Sect, creating a mutually beneficial exchange of skill, labor, and understanding.
This program is designed for long-term cooperation, growth, and mutual mastery. It is not merely a transfer of knowledge—it is an opportunity to integrate into a civilization that spans dimensions, resources, and centuries of experience.
Kael, our envoy and liaison, will facilitate all communication, ensuring clarity, transparency, and mutual benefit.
We await your response, with the expectation that your sect's participation will strengthen both our civilizations, and ensure the continuation of knowledge, innovation, and mastery for generations to come.
Respectfully,
Khaldron, Grand Elder of the Azure Sect, Sovereign of Comprehension and Care
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Durgrun exhaled, frost rattling softly. "The letter is complete. Clear, firm, and generous. It offers knowledge, manpower, and integration—without compromise."
Kael nodded, frost motes spiraling faintly around him. "I will deliver it. Their leadership will see the sincerity and opportunity. Technology, apprenticeship, and resources… they cannot ignore this offer."
Khaldron's gaze swept the lattice-threaded hall, portals humming faintly. "This is not merely a letter. It is an extension of the Azure Sect—a seed planted in the hands of allies, ready to grow. Let it be received with the clarity and purpose with which it was written."
With that, the scroll was sealed with Khaldron's lattice-infused seal, shimmering faintly with Frost-Essence and Void Essence threads, ready to be transported by Kael to the Plump Blossom Sect.
The moon hung low over the Plump Blossom Sect, casting silver light over rooftops and courtyards. Most cultivators had retired to their quarters, and the night was quiet—too quiet.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the main gate. Kael moved swiftly, frost motes spiraling faintly around him, his presence barely disturbing the midnight air. The sentries, startled by the intrusion, drew their weapons immediately.
"Who approaches at this hour?" one guard demanded, voice sharp, echoing through the courtyard.
Kael stopped, hands raised, a faint glow tracing the edges of the token hanging from his neck. It pulsed softly with Frost-Essence energy, a lattice-threaded seal of authority.
"This is Kael, envoy of the Azure Sect," he said calmly, his voice carrying through the night like hammered silver. "I come with permission and urgency from Grand Elder Khaldron. Show this token."
The guards hesitated, examining the lattice-infused seal. Its energy flared faintly, casting fractured silver light across their faces. The runes on the token were unmistakable—authority granted directly by the Grand Elder of the Azure Sect.
Murmurs spread among the guards. "It… it is the Azure Sect. But at this hour?" another whispered, unease in their tone.
Kael's expression remained calm, almost serene. "The hour is of no concern. Some matters cannot wait. The Grand Elder extends an invitation for apprenticeship, knowledge exchange, and full integration into the Azure Sect. This message cannot be delayed. Show it to your leadership immediately."
After tense moments, one guard finally bowed, stepping aside. "Very well… but know this—coming at midnight has stirred unease among our sect. The elders will want answers immediately."
Kael inclined his head slightly. "They will have clarity. The Grand Elder has deemed this timing necessary to thread opportunity into your sect without interference. Time-sensitive knowledge, apprenticeships, and integration cannot wait."
As the gates opened, Kael moved through the courtyard with purpose, frost motes trailing like guiding stars. Every step resonated authority, every movement radiated discipline. The guards, though uneasy, dared not question the lattice-sealed token.
By the time the first whispers reached the elders' hall, Kael was already ascending the steps, ready to deliver the formal message of the Azure Sect—an invitation that would alter the course of the Plump Blossom Sect forever.
Kael stopped at the center of the elders' hall, frost motes spiraling like living threads around his boots. The air was thick with anticipation; every breath seemed to hang, every candle flickered in rhythm with the lattice pulse of the Azure Sect token.
He lowered his hand and drew forth a scroll sealed with lattice-infused Frost-Essence—Khaldron's personal seal glowing faintly, threads of silver light running across the parchment like veins of power. The hall seemed to lean closer, stone and wood echoing the weight of the moment.
"By command of Grand Elder Khaldron, of the Azure Sect," Kael intoned, voice clear and unwavering, "I present this scroll to the leadership of the Plump Blossom Sect. It contains an invitation for apprenticeship, knowledge exchange, and full integration with the Azure Sect."
The eldest stepped forward, frost-laced robes brushing the stone floor, eyes narrowing as he examined the token and then the seal. Every line of the lattice threads carried authority beyond time and distance. "Even the eldest among us… cannot deny the weight of this seal," he murmured, voice echoing softly. "The Azure Sect reaches beyond what our eyes can see… yet at this hour, who dares summon us?"
Kael inclined his head. "I am their envoy. The hour is chosen not for provocation, but for precision. Some matters cannot wait. The Azure Sect offers knowledge—Frost-Essence metallurgy, Primordial timber engineering, Void Essence manipulation, portal technology, rune automation—and apprenticeships to thread your people into our lattice."
The younger elders whispered among themselves, faces reflecting the fractured silver glow of the token and seal. Frost motes hovered, dancing as if alive, casting arcs of light across centuries-worn robes and stone floors.
Finally, the eldest spoke, voice measured but tinged with awe. "We have long guarded our sect, our people, our knowledge. Yet… this seal, this token, this envoy… the authority is undeniable. Kael, speak: what does the Azure Sect ask of us?"
Kael held the scroll out, lattice threads connecting it to the token around his neck. "The Azure Sect requests your cooperation, your skilled apprentices, and your wisdom. In return, every advancement, every technique, every knowledge thread developed in the Azure Sect can be shared with your sect, preserving your people's legacy while expanding your understanding. This is a pact of mutual growth, mastery, and integration."
The hall fell silent again, the weight of centuries pressing in. The frost-laden air seemed to hum with potential, the lattice threads pulsing faintly in acknowledgment of the decision before them. The ancient elders exchanged long glances, measuring risk, reward, and destiny itself.
At last, the eldest raised his staff, frost-cracked hands steady. "So be it. The Azure Sect has reached its hand across time and frost. We will read this scroll, consider the invitation, and thread our apprentices into this lattice of knowledge and mastery. Kael, your presence shall be our witness and guide."
Kael nodded, frost motes spiraling higher, carrying the lattice's faint pulse. "It shall be so. The Grand Elder Khaldron will prepare for the integration. Apprentices, knowledge, and cooperation—threaded into the lattice, bridging our sects and ensuring growth beyond imagination."
Outside, the courtyard remained still, but the faint glow of the token lingered in the night air, a promise of new paths, new apprentices, and a future intertwined with the Azure Sect.
The ancient elders of the Plump Blossom Sect gathered around the central hall, frost-tinged lanterns casting fractured light across their robes. Kael stood at the center, token and lattice threads shimmering faintly, the Azure Sect's authority radiating like a calm pulse through the room.
The eldest spoke first, voice steady yet commanding: "Kael… envoy of the Azure Sect, we recognize the value of your sect's knowledge and the opportunity for apprenticeship and integration. But there are matters that concern us… trade, exposure, and the safety of our people."
Kael inclined his head slightly, frost motes spiraling as if threading the air itself. "Speak plainly. The Grand Elder Khaldron values clarity, as do I."
Another elder, younger yet seasoned, leaned forward, voice measured: "We have vast resources, innovations, and techniques—Frost-Essence metallurgy, Primordial timber processing, Void Essence conduits, portal engineering. These must be protected. We cannot allow our sect to be exploited or exposed. How do you intend to handle trade?"
Kael's gaze swept the elders, calm and piercing. "The Azure Sect will act as the sole merchant of these products to the outside world. Your sect's role will be purely production: skilled labor, knowledge preservation, and supply. All trade, marketing, and negotiation will pass through our lattice-guided channels. Your people remain safe, your locations undisclosed."
A hush fell over the hall. Frost motes spiraled silently, threads of light bending as if listening. The eldest leaned on his staff, eyes narrowing. "So… our sect will remain hidden. We supply… but none will know where we dwell, what regions we control, or the extent of our resources?"
Kael nodded, the lattice threads of his token pulsing faintly. "Exactly. Many regions remain unexplored, rich with Frost-Essence ore, Primordial lumber, and Void Essence veins. The Azure Sect will manage all interactions with outsiders. Your people can continue their work in secrecy, protected, and focused entirely on mastery, research, and development."
The room was silent for a long moment, the weight of centuries pressing on every elder. Finally, the eldest spoke, voice firm: "Then it shall be as you say. We will supply our knowledge, our resources, our apprentices… but remain hidden from the world. The Azure Sect becomes our shield, our bridge, and the sole point of contact with what lies beyond our borders."
Kael's frost-threaded presence radiated calm authority. "The Grand Elder Khaldron will ensure that the integration is seamless. Apprentices and masters will thread into the lattice, projects will continue under your guidance, and the Azure Sect will manage all trade and external communication. Your people will be safe, and your secrets preserved."
Another elder, eyes flicking toward the glowing token, murmured, "Unexplored regions… possibilities beyond our imagining… the lattice as shield and guide… yes, this is the path."
The eldest nodded, staff tapping the stone floor softly. "So be it. We supply, we create, we expand—but the world shall not know our locations. The Azure Sect will carry our message, our products, and our presence, while we remain hidden in these unexplored realms."
Kael inclined his head once more, frost spiraling gently around his boots. "Then the pact is clear. Safety, secrecy, and progress—all threaded through the lattice. The Azure Sect will guide, protect, and trade on your behalf. Together, we will explore regions yet untouched and harvest their wealth, while preserving the sanctity of your sect."
A soft, approving hum pulsed through the hall, as if the lattice itself acknowledged the pact. Frost motes danced along the ceiling, casting fractured silver light over the elders' solemn, determined faces. The Plump Blossom Sect had chosen secrecy, trust, and integration with the Azure Sect—and a new chapter of exploration and controlled expansion had begun.
The hall finally emptied, lantern-flames steadying as the echoes of footsteps faded. Frost motes drifted in quiet spirals, settling along carved pillars.
Only Kael and the Ancient Elder remained—two silhouettes framed by the moonlit entrance.
The elder leaned on his runed staff, but the weight in his eyes was not suspicion—
it was familiarity,
and an old, unspoken ache.
He exhaled softly.
"Kael… it has been many years since I've seen that face walk through my sect's doors."
Kael's lips curved into a tired smile. "You haven't changed, old man. Still dramatic."
The Ancient Elder snorted. "And you still arrive in the middle of the night like a thief. Tell me…"
He lifted his staff, pointing it at Kael with mock irritation.
"…why are you, of all people, the envoy? Why does Khaldron send you instead of anyone else?"
Kael raised a brow. "Is that truly a question, or are you just fishing for trouble like usual?"
The elder's façade cracked—
a small, warm laugh hidden beneath centuries of dust.
"You idiot," the elder muttered. "Of course it's a question. You walk in here with a Grand Elder's authority, carrying a token that even my knees considered bowing to… yet all I can think is—"
His voice softened, breaking slightly,
"…my old friend finally came home."
Kael stopped. The frost motes around him stilled.
"…I'm sorry," Kael whispered. "I should've visited sooner."
The elder waved a hand sharply. "Bah! If you visited during your cultivation climbs, I'd have scolded you for wasting time."
Then his expression sharpened, a glacial glint beneath his calm.
"So. Why did he send you? What did Khaldron tell you?"
Kael's smile returned, warmer this time.
"He said: 'Only someone I trust as much as myself can speak for the Azure Sect.'"
Kael placed a hand on the elder's shoulder.
"And there is no one better to receive this offer… than the man who kept me alive through my reckless teenage years."
The elder barked a laugh loud enough to shake a lantern. "Ha! So he remembers that! You nearly got yourself eaten by a frostwyrm chasing after a shiny stone!"
"It was a very shiny stone," Kael said with dignity.
The elder chuckled again, then stepped closer, voice dropping to something raw, real, unguarded.
"I'm glad it's you, Kael. Not a stranger. Not a figurehead. You."
He tapped his staff gently against Kael's boot.
"My best friend."
Kael swallowed hard. "The feeling is mutual, old man."
They stood silently for a moment, frost drifting around them like memories.
Then the Ancient Elder's expression shifted—less friend, more leader.
"Very well," he said. "If you're the envoy… then I trust this alliance. And if Khaldron sends his right hand—his friend—then he truly means this."
Kael nodded. "He does. And I won't fail either of you."
The elder smiled slowly, proudly.
"You never have."
The two old friends walked out together, frost swirling around their footsteps,
their reunion not just between individuals,
but between eras—
and a promise that the world was about to change.
The council chamber of the Plump Blossom Sect trembled with excitement and unease. After Kael's sudden arrival, after the shock of seeing a portal master walking under moonlight as if the world itself bent to his steps—everyone now waited for the final decree.
Ancient Elder Shun, Kael's old friend, stroked his beard and muttered,
"Kael… you never bring small matters. What is it this time?"
Kael smiled faintly, placing the sealed jade letter from Grand Elder Khaldron of the Azure Sect on the table.
"This," he said, "will change the future of your sect… and ours."
Elder Lianyu leaned closer, eyes narrowing.
"A cooperation pact?"
Kael nodded.
"Not just cooperation. A full-scale recruitment initiative."
The hall fell silent.
Kael continued, voice steady yet urgent:
> "The Azure Sect is expanding. New peaks, new chambers, new worlds.
But to maintain this growth, we need minds—scholars, artisans, engineers.
We need people who can learn and pass the knowledge down.
And your sect will benefit equally from the technologies we share."
He placed several crystalline slates on the table—each glowing with formation structures, blueprint diagrams, and condensed manuals.
The air froze.
Ancient Elder Shun raised a brow.
"You… you're giving these to us? The entire program?"
Kael nodded.
"Khaldron authorized it himself. Your sect will help recruit the next generation. In return, we supply the tools, the secrets, the training."
He straightened, voice echoing like a decree:
> "Announce mass recruitment.
Scholars.
Formation engineers.
Rune smith technicians.
Forge smith apprentices.
Craft-masters.
Researchers.
Anyone capable of learning—bring them."
The elders exchanged horrified yet thrilled glances.
Elder Lianyu whispered,
"This is… massive. You want to recruit from the entire region?!"
Kael:
"Yes. Thousands. Tens of thousands if possible. We'll filter the rest.
The Azure Sect will handle accommodation, training, and advancement."
Ancient Elder Shun's lips curved into a nostalgic smile.
"Just like old times, Kael. You always did bring storms to quiet nights."
Kael chuckled softly.
"And you always handled the aftermath, old friend."
Elder Shun turned to the assembled council and lifted the jade letter high:
> "Then hear my decree!
From this night forward—
The Plump Blossom Sect initiates regional-wide recruitment!
All scholars, craftsmen, engineers, rune-smiths, technicians, forge-smiths, formation apprentices—
All who seek a future—
Step forward!"
His voice thundered across the hall.
> "For the first time in a hundred years—
we stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Azure Sect!"
The elders bowed.
Kael exhaled.
The gears of a new era had begun turning.
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If you want, I can continue with:
The announcement shaking nearby cities
Thousands lining up at dawn
Kael escorting the first batch to the portal
Khaldron's reaction to the massive manpower surge
A special elite class formed from hidden prodigies
Continuation — Kael Explains the Currency of the Azure Sect
The council chamber had finally settled. Papers rustled. Elders whispered among themselves. The recruitment decree was monumental—but now, Kael brought out a small, rune-inscribed case and placed it gently on the table.
A low hum vibrated through the room.
Ancient Elder Shun frowned.
"Kael… what is that?"
Kael opened the case.
Three items floated upward, suspended by soft blue light.
The elders gasped.
Kael spoke clearly, each word heavy with meaning:
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1. Frozen Gold
He lifted the first coin—gleaming with pale blue veins, cold enough that frost formed on the air around it.
"This," Kael said, "is Frozen Gold."
Elder Lianyu leaned close, eyes widening.
"That… that's real?"
Kael nodded.
> "Created in the deep chambers of the Azure Sect.
Gold hardened with condensed frost essence.
It never melts, never corrodes, and holds spiritual energy for centuries."
He let it hover above his palm, rotating slowly.
"It will serve as the primary trade currency between our sects—stable, valuable, impossible to forge."
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2. Normal Gold
Kael lowered the frosted coin and brought forward the next one—ordinary gold, yet refined to a flawless mirror shine.
"This is Standard Gold," he explained.
"It will be used for everyday trade—food, tools, short-term agreements.
Your people already understand its value, so no shock to the local markets."
Elder Shun nodded with approval.
"Good. Normal gold stabilizes the lower economy."
Kael smiled.
"Exactly. Balance must be maintained."
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3. Pure Death Star Essence Coin
The last coin rose.
And the hall froze.
A black, star-like core pulsed at its center—like a dying sun trapped in metal.
Many elders instinctively stepped back.
Even Ancient Elder Shun tightened his grip on the table.
Kael's tone grew solemn:
> "This is the Pure Death Star Essence Coin.
One of the rarest currencies in the entire region.
Forged from essence crystals harvested near the Dead Star Rift."
A dark pressure radiated from the coin—a power that even cultivators respected.
Kael continued:
> "These coins represent massive value:
One essence coin equals a thousand frozen gold coins."
The elders fell silent.
Rune masters stared in awe.
Forge smiths trembled in reverence.
Kael closed the case gently.
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Kael's Final Explanation
He addressed the entire hall:
> "These three currencies—Frozen Gold, Standard Gold, and Pure Death Star Essence—will serve as the economic backbone of our cooperation.
My sect will regulate their circulation, ensure stability, and prevent inflation or trade imbalance."
He tapped the jade letter again.
> "Your sect will be the exclusive distributor of Azure Sect products in this region.
You handle the sales.
We provide the supply.
And together—we maintain the economy."
Ancient Elder Shun exhaled slowly.
"That… Kael… this is not merely trade. This is the blueprint of a new era."
Kael grinned.
"Exactly, old friend."
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If you want, next we can continue with:
Elders debating distribution and policy
Kael teaching them how each coin is forged
First merchants reacting to the announcement
The economic boom or fear spreading in nearby cities
Kael traveling back through the portal with the first recruits
The chamber lights dimmed as Kael raised both hands.
A soft hum vibrated through the stone floor.
The elders and masters instinctively stepped back.
Then—
BOOOOM.
A colossal scroll manifested out of pure azure light.
Not paper.
Not material.
A projection formed from compressed runic arrays and time-stamped inscriptions.
It slammed gently onto the long stone table, stretching from one end of the hall to the other—
more than twenty meters long.
Master carpenters swallowed hard.
Builders froze.
Engineers stared with trembling awe.
Master Rune Smith Draghur inhaled sharply as the floor's runes reacted to the projection.
Even Ancient Elder Shun stood up from his seat.
The projection-scroll unfurled itself slowly…
WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH
…until the entire table was covered in glowing, shifting diagrams.
A radiant mountain-like structure formed at the center.
Dimensional rings rotated around it.
Underneath flowed diagrams of water systems, transportation channels, gravity runes, forging harmonics, carpentry enhancements, and structural upgrades.
It was not just a scroll.
It was a blueprint of a civilization.
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Everyone Is Present
Kael didn't speak immediately—he let them absorb the magnitude.
Around the table stood:
Master Rune Smith Draghur, chest glowing faintly with oath runes
The Chief Builder, hammer strapped to his back
Master Carpenter Veghra, hands still smelling of primordial lumber
Grand Engineer Tholmir, already scribbling notes in panic
Elder Patriarchs, their beards swaying from circulating spiritual pressure
Core Disciples, each trying not to faint under the weight of the knowledge
Ancient Elder Shun, face grave, eyes sharp
Representatives of every division—forging, carpentry, engineering, rune smithing, architecture, agriculture
Every important figure of the dwarven domain was present.
Not one dared to speak.
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Kael's Voice Breaks the Silence
Kael's voice carried softly, yet it sounded like thunder.
> "This… is the Grand Foundation Scroll of the Azure Sect.
The core of our knowledge.
A guide for ten generations."
The projection brightened.
Lines, circles, and runic threads rearranged themselves:
Portal System Architecture
Water Channel and Drainage Maps
Transportation Rune Tracks
Metallurgy Enhancement Patterns
Carpentry Soulwood Calibration
Frost Ore Extraction Runes
Death Sun Essence Conduits
Primordial Lumber Processing Methods
The dwarves trembled.
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Kael Warns Them
Kael walked slowly around the table, eyes like cold steel.
> "Do not be deceived by its beauty.
This knowledge is dangerous.
Too complex.
Too vast."
His hand hovered over one glowing circle.
The rune beneath it pulsed.
Several core disciples staggered backward.
Master Draghur gritted his teeth—the rune pressure pressed against his mind like a mountain.
Kael continued:
> "This is why we stand together in this chamber.
Every master, every elder, every craftsman who will shape the new age of this domain."
He stopped beside Ancient Elder Shun.
> "You must guide your people carefully.
A single mistake with these runes can erase a village."
No one doubted him.
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Kael Switches the Projection
Then—
he tapped the scroll.
FWOOOM!
The entire projection reorganized.
Runes streamed into new formations.
A giant portal diagram filled the central space—a simplified beginner version, safe enough for the assembled minds.
Master engineers gasped.
Builders whispered in disbelief.
Draghur's jaw locked.
Kael explained:
> "This is the elementary structure of a stable portal.
The real one used by the Azure Sect has over two million runic layers.
This… is only 4,000."
Even this much made their heads spin.
A core disciple fainted.
Two patriarchs wobbled.
The ancient elder pressed his staff to the floor to stabilize the pressure.
Kael looked around.
> "Remember this moment.
For today—you are witnessing the birth of a new era in your domain."
The projection hummed.
Every elder, every master, every craftsman bowed their heads—not to Kael, but to the overwhelming future laid before them.
The morning bell rang across the dwarven domain.
DONG—DONG—DONG—DONG
Its sound echoed through the caverns and plazas, reaching every workshop, every mining tunnel, every farm, every home carved into ancient stone.
The Grand Projection Scroll from last night burned in everyone's minds.
The masters and elders had not slept.
The dwarves and villagers?
They lined up before sunrise.
Today marked the beginning of the largest recruitment in their recorded history.
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1. The Divisions Assemble
In the central square, banners unfurled—each glowing with runic light.
Rune Smith Division — Blue Banner
Draghur led the line, his beard-runes glowing faintly.
> "Anyone with steady hands, strong focus, or natural affinity for symbols—step forward!"
Hundreds of dwarves swallowed hard and lined up, trembling with excitement and fear.
Engineering Division — Silver Banner
Grand Engineer Tholmir raised his metal slate.
> "Mathematicians, thinkers, problem solvers—come here!
If you can calculate, measure, or design, we want you!"
Young scholars rushed to join.
Builder & Architect Division — Earth Banner
Chief Builder Ragmur shouted:
> "Strength! Endurance! Precision!
If you have built houses, bridges, or even carts—this is your home!"
Thousands answered. Builders were always the heart of dwarven culture.
Carpentry & Primordial Lumber Division — Green Banner
Master Carpenter Veghra waved his rune-marked chisel.
> "Anyone with a feel for wood, balance, and grain—your division awaits!"
The farmers, woodworkers, hunters, and even furniture makers formed a wide line.
Metallurgy & Forge Division — Red Banner
Blacksmiths, ore miners, furnace keepers lined up before the blazing red banner.
The Forge Master roared:
> "If fire doesn't scare you—step forward!"
None stepped back.
Portal Research Division — White-Gold Banner
This one went silent.
The division responsible for spatial construction, dimensional anchors, and teleportation arrays.
Only a handful dared approach.
The pressure around the banner was terrifying.
But Kael himself stood behind it, observing.
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2. The Elders Begin Selection
Ancient Elder Shun floated into the center of the square, staff glowing.
He amplified his voice across the entire sector.
> "Children, miners, warriors, scholars, builders—hear me!
Today begins your future within the Azure Sect's partnership!"
Behind him stood:
Elder Patriarchs
Core Disciples
Master Rune Smith Draghur
Division heads
The oldest and youngest talents of the dwarves
Shun looked at Kael, who nodded.
> "Begin selection."
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3. Testing Stations Activated
Rune Aptitude Test
A floating stone tablet projected simple rune sequences.
Anyone who could copy them with fewer than three mistakes passed instantly.
Sparks burst every few seconds—many failed.
But some… drew perfect glowing lines.
Draghur grinned.
> "Promising! Very promising!"
Engineering Calculations
Tholmir passed out metal slates.
> "Solve these ten equations.
If you manage five, you qualify!"
Some passed.
Some panicked.
Some impressed the elders by solving all ten.
Strength & Precision for Builders
Recruits had to move massive blocks into very specific patterns.
Accuracy mattered more than power.
Those who shifted the stones with perfect control were taken immediately.
Carpentry Sensitivity Test
Veghra held out a piece of primordial wood.
Its surface pulsed with faint life.
> "Touch it.
If it responds, you are chosen."
Some wood glowed faintly.
Some darkened.
Some cracked—those recruits ran away in fear.
Forge Division Heat Tolerance
Smiths had to approach a furnace emitting primordial flame.
Anyone who could withstand the heat without stepping back was accepted.
Portal Division Interview
No tests.
Kael simply stood before each candidate, looking into their eyes.
Some fainted.
Some flinched.
Some maintained calm.
Those who remained steady were silently accepted.
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4. The Announcement
By midday, the square was overflowing with recruits.
Thousands of names had been recorded.
Many divisions were at full capacity.
The elder patriarchs stood together and raised a stone tablet high.
Ancient Elder Shun declared:
> "By the authority of the Dwarven Council and the Azure Sect—
these recruits will begin training immediately!"
Cheers erupted through the domain.
Draghur roared:
> "Rune Smiths—WITH ME!"
Builder Ragmur shouted:
> "Construction Division—MOVE!"
Veghra slammed his chisel against the floor:
> "Carpenters—YOU'RE WITH ME!"
The Forge Masters bellowed together:
> "TO THE FIRES!"
Kael simply floated up above the crowd, watching the future take shape.
A rare, proud smile appeared on his face.