Chapter 50: Ch 50: All Races Are Together

A new race came into existence in the northern part of the western continent. They were called the "Dragonborn," a powerful and imposing people with dark, obsidian-like scales, horns, and fiery eyes. They were the result of the diluted blood of Nova, the black dragon demigod. Sunny, through his three watchful clones, immediately became aware of their emergence. He decided not to interfere, as their inherent strength was more than enough to establish them as the apex predators of the continent. A mental thought from Sunny reached Nova. "Nova, congratulations." The black dragon’s voice, tinged with confusion, echoed in Sunny’s mind. "Master, why are you congratulating me?" "Go to the northern part of the western continent and see for yourself," Sunny replied, a hint of amusement in his tone, then broke the mental connection. Nova, intrigued, immediately teleported to the western continent. Her eyes widened as she saw the Dragonborn. She flew toward them, and as she approached, the Dragonborn instinctively bowed. A blood connection, a deep, ancestral echo, resonated within them, telling them who she was. They assumed she was a god, but Nova corrected them with a firm but gentle voice. "I am not a god. I am a demigod, a guardian created by the true God Cosmos, our master." She then spent time with them, sharing wisdom and establishing guidelines. She told them they were not to fight with the other races and that their strength was to be used for protection, not conquest. With the fertility buff provided by Sunny, she was confident their population would thrive without conflict. With her task done, Nova returned to patrolling Veridia, ever vigilant for any new demons that might have slipped into their world. In the Northern Continent, the humans continued to prosper. Their cities hummed with the clanging of hammers as they advanced their engineering. They were building cannons and handguns and even starting to explore the uses of engines. Meanwhile, the elves were pushing the boundaries of magic, discovering new spells and techniques. Both of these new advancements were shared with the Citadel of Veridia through the transmission stones developed by the elves. These innovations helped the forces of the Citadel loot more treasure from the Realm of Advancement and fight the demons more effectively. All treasures not immediately useful were sent back to their respective continents, creating a powerful cycle of progression and shared growth. On the Eastern Continent, the dwarves and the machina race worked tirelessly, their forges burning hot with a steady supply of minerals provided by Sunny. Their collaboration was driving Veridia’s technological and magical progression forward. Sunny watched it all, his ultimate goal to unite all the races and create a single, powerful empire that would one day expand across the whole universe. Back in the Realm of Advancement, Morticia, the S-Grade Veilborn demon, stood before Anaske and Vel. A palpable pressure radiated from her semi-corporeal form, chilling everyone in the throne room to their core. After a long moment of tense silence, her voice, a haunting whisper that echoed directly in their minds, broke the stillness. "I am here to help you fight against the other three tribes." Anaske’s eyes narrowed. "That... is an unexpected offer," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But why? What is your motivation?" "Our kind is not as foolish as the others," Morticia’s voice replied. "We understand when a battle is unwinnable. And your champion, the mighty black dragon, has made her intentions for us Veilborn very clear." Vel exchanged a glance with Anaske. "Guardian Nova... this is her doing again," Vel murmured, a mix of awe and frustration in his voice. "We can handle the three tribes ourselves. They have no S-Grade powerhouses. We will not fight dirty." "Do you truly believe that?" Anaske scoffed, looking at his fellow leader. "A war of survival is a dirty business. But if you wish to stand on principle, so be it." He turned back to Morticia. "We accept your offer of neutrality, not your aid. We will not engage in a multi-front war with all four tribes, but we will fight this battle on our own terms." Morticia’s ethereal form seemed to shrug. "As you wish. My kind will hold the fourth front. But I will not be directly participating in your battles. The black dragon’s orders were to protect you, not to fight for you." Her form dissolved into a white mist, vanishing from the throne room. Anaske and Vel, now alone, began to discuss their plans for the battle. They knew their army, though well-trained, had its limitations. "Our people are powerful," Anaske said, "but we are a generation behind the demons. They have their racial talents and other acquired skills. We are still mostly single-talent fighters." "That’s why we have to be smarter," Vel countered. "Our confidence lies in the information we have. We know their weaknesses, their fighting styles, and the weaknesses of their individual powerhouses. We will use that knowledge to our advantage." As they spoke, a low rumbling could be heard from the distance. The three armies of the Malacite, the Obsidianborn, and the Cinderhide demons had combined, a monstrous force of millions marching toward the Citadel of Veridia. The Citadel’s own forces, a mere four hundred thousand, looked small in comparison. Suddenly, the portal at the base of the God Cosmos statue flickered and hummed with power. From it emerged a continuous stream of life forms of all shapes and sizes. Titans, giants, orcs, dwarves, fairies—all the races of Veridia poured into the city. A collective gasp of awe and relief swept through the defenders. They knew that if it came from the portal where it can’t be a foe. And also among these lifeforms, many gave them the pressure much heavier then the Veilborn leader. They immediately knew that the other hidden races of Veridia have arrived with their DemiGods. Even the demigod of human and elves also came with these lifeforms. They knew the Demigods wouldn’t fight and are attending this fight just to check the progress of their race. Their numbers, once small, now swelled dramatically. Then, the final group emerged: the Dragonborn, their obsidian scales glinting in the light. And behind them, a familiar, towering silhouette appeared, filling the portal with its immense form. The humans and elves of the Citadel fell to their knees. "We greet the Guardian Dragon!" Vel and Anaske declared in unison, their voices echoing across the city. The tide of battle had turned.