The Dwarven Kingdom Reacts to the Prophecy
The distant Ironpeak Dwarven Kingdom, nestled deep within emerald mountains and glowing crystal caverns, lived peacefully in alliance with the Holy Empire. Their forges burned bright, their hammers sang, and their obsession for crafting remained unmatched.
But everything changed the day the Archangel Seraphion descended from the heavens.
A radiant light pierced the clouds above the kingdom, and dwarves rushed out of their halls. The angel's presence made the mountains tremble.
Seraphion declared a prophecy:
"A Divine Avatar of Lord Razeon will be born within this kingdom.
A child destined to become the God of Crafting and Minerals."
The entire dwarven nation erupted into awe and celebration. Temples fired up sacred flames, craftsmen hammered divine symbols into gold, and clans prayed day and night for this promised child.
The prophecy spread like wildfire. But no dwarf knew that the True God himself was silently watching them with deep contemplation.Razeon Quietly Watches the Dwarves
In the vast, silent expanse of the Divine Realm, Razeon observed the dwarven race with serene eyes.
Their sincerity was unmatched. Their hearts burned with dedication, craftsmanship, loyalty, and a stubborn purity that few races possessed.
But not every family was worthy of housing even a fragment of his divinity.
Thus, Razeon selected nine carefully chosen dwarf couples—each strong, moral, and unbreakably disciplined.
He summoned Seraphion.
"Test their hearts, their kindness, their discipline, and their devotion.
My avatar must be raised by those who can nurture divinity."
Seraphion bowed deeply and departed.
What followed was a secret, divine test lasting five whole mortal years.
He disguised himself among dwarves, observing the families in their daily lives:
their compassion, their temper, their honesty, their patience, their unity.
And finally…
One couple passed every trial.
Their kindness was unwavering.
Their hearts were steady as mountain stone.
Seraphion returned to the Divine Realm and knelt.
"My Lord… I have chosen the worthy ones."The Birth of the Crafting Avatar (Without Womb)
Razeon lifted his hand, and the entire Divine Realm dimmed.
In front of him, radiant divine essence condensed, shaped, and purified.
No womb.
No mortal process.
Only pure divine creation.
A gravity-defying sphere of silver light pulsed, and slowly… a dwarf infant formed within it.
A small child—eyes shimmering with mineral brilliance, skin blessed by divine glow—yet peaceful and asleep.
Seraphion hesitated.
"My lord… should the child not be naturally born?"
Razeon's voice was gentle yet absolute.
"A womb cannot contain divine fragments.
This child is my avatar.
His body must be shaped directly by my essence."
With a simple gesture, Razeon embedded a sliver of his power into the infant's soul—an eternal divine spark.
He handed the child to Seraphion.
"Place him at the home of the chosen couple.
They will believe him a blessing from the heavens."
Seraphion descended and placed the infant at the doorstep of the couple's stone cottage during dawn.
The moment they opened their door and found the child wrapped in divine cloth, tears fell from their eyes.
"The gods have blessed us…"
They embraced the infant with love beyond measure.
Thus began the life of the future God of Crafting and Minerals.Aevis Observes the Early Growth of the Dragon Kingdom
Far from mortal lands, hidden deep within unmapped mountains, the floating island gifted by Razeon hovered undisturbed. This became the birthplace of the future Dragon Kingdom.
Aevis arrived to observe the ten elemental dragons' progress.
The ten dragons had already begun shaping their territories:
Pyrrhalis – a blazing volcanic habitat
Glaciaryn – a majestic glacial palace
Zephyron – a sky nest woven with wind currents
Terravrex – caverns of stone and gem
Aqualora – shimmering waterfalls and lakes
Voltaryx – storm-charged cliffs
Floraviel – living forests blooming with aura
Umbrosyne – a twilight valley of eclipse energy
Lumenaris – radiant plains glowing with holy luminance
Tempestria – storm-borne ascending spires
Around each dragon, young followers of their element began gathering, forming tribes.The Ten Elemental Dragons Choose Their Path
A great gathering was held on the floating island.
Instead of selecting a king or queen, the ten dragons stood equal, forming the foundation of the Elemental Dragon Council.
Each represented and led their tribe:
Flame Tribe
Frost Tribe
Gale Tribe
Stone Tribe
Tide Tribe
Bolt Tribe
Bloom Tribe
Eclipse Tribe
Radiance Tribe
Tempest Tribe
Together they vowed:
"Ten pillars. One kingdom.
No ruler. Only balance."
Aevis smiled with pride.
The first true Dragon Kingdom had begun.Elowen's Servants Begin Their Mission
Meanwhile, in the Realm of Vital Spring, Elowen sent her four divine servants—Neralis, Varen, Seralyth, and Liora—into different parts of the mortal world.
Their duties:
cure plagues,
revive dying forests,
restore broken life force,
teach sacred healing.
Everywhere they went, people bowed in awe, whispering:
"Servants of the Goddess Elowen… we are blessed…"
The world slowly softened, healed, and revived.The Holy Empire Expands Its Influence
The Holy Empire continued to grow under the Triune Council.
Refugees, craftsmen, and scholars flocked to the sacred capital-in-construction.
Shrines of Razeon towered above the land.
Temples of Aevis rose beside them.
Sanctuaries of Elowen flourished with healing light.
Cultural exchanges, alliances, and trade bloomed around the empire.
For the first time, all races felt hope.Aevis and Elowen Meet to Discuss Balance
On a starlit balcony in the God Realm, Aevis and Elowen met.
Aevis spoke of the dragons' growth and their new kingdom.
Elowen shared news of mortals recovering, forests rejuvenating, and peace spreading.
Both looked toward the mortal world glowing with divine presence.
But their tones eventually shifted.
"Power is rising too quickly," Aevis warned.
"Yes," Elowen whispered, "and rapid growth always brings shadows."
Razeon listened silently from afar.
He already felt the disturbance.A Dark Force Awakens Elsewhere
Far beyond the holy lands, deep in a region untouched by divine light, ancient cracks spread through the earth.
From those fissures, a dormant, forgotten force stirred—twisting, breathing, awakening.
Its whisper echoed:
"The gods return…
Then so shall I."
The era of peace…
was only the beginning.