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Arcane Ascension: The Technomancer’s Legacy

Elias Graham was just an engineer—a university student obsessed with technology, innovation, and solving problems. But when he is suddenly summoned to a war-torn world where magic reigns and science is nothing more than a forgotten relic, he quickly realizes that survival demands more than just knowledge.

Branded as an outsider, Elias struggles against a society that sees him as weak, especially when he discovers his mana reserves are nearly nonexistent. But while others cast spells and wield swords, Elias builds. Armed with nothing but his intellect and whatever scrap he can scavenge, he begins forging his own path to power—creating a war armor that fuses magic and technology.

But the deeper he delves into this world, the more secrets he uncovers. The ruling Academy, which controls all knowledge of magic, fears technology—and for good reason. Beneath ancient ruins lie remnants of the Vanguard, a lost civilization that once stood at the pinnacle of both science and sorcery. And within those ruins, Elias discovers a chilling truth: he is not the first Technomancer.

With war looming between the Academy and forces beyond the stars, Elias must race against time to unearth the secrets of Project Genesis, unlock the power of the legendary war armor, and fight enemies who see him as either a threat or a savior. As his inventions evolve, so too does the battlefield—pushing him from a lone engineer into a commander, and ultimately, the only one who can stand between humanity and extinction.

But history has a habit of repeating itself.

The last Technomancer failed.

Elias refuses to.

In a world where magic dominates, he will rise as the first warrior of science.

The question is—will he change the world, or will the world break him first?

Arcane Ascension: The Technomancer's Legacy

Elias sat at the edge of the wooden chair, eyes locked onto the old tome in front of him. The faded ink and brittle pages spoke of a history long forgotten—or deliberately erased. Aldric exhaled, flipping to a page covered in diagrams and strange symbols.

"What you fought," Aldric began, "was not a random anomaly. It was a remnant of an ancient war. One that was never truly won."

Lira crossed her arms, leaning against the bookshelf. "We figured as much. But if the war never ended, why hasn't anyone noticed until now?"

Aldric traced his fingers along the page. "Because the creatures you fought—the lesser ones—were dormant, trapped in rifts that were sealed long ago. The nobles and the Academy teach that the demons were eradicated, but the truth is, they were merely pushed back. And now, something is breaking those seals."

Marco adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowed. "And let me guess—the Academy knows?"

Aldric nodded. "Not all of it, but they know something is happening. That's why they sent you. It wasn't just a test; it was an experiment. They wanted to see if House Null could survive against a threat they don't understand."

Cecilia scoffed. "And what? If we died, they'd just sweep it under the rug?"

Elias clenched his fists. "So, these creatures… the ones we fought were just the beginning?"

Aldric's expression darkened. "The lesser ones are scouts, foot soldiers. The true horrors of that war were far beyond what you faced. And that thing you spoke to—the one that could bend mana? That was something entirely different." He turned the page, revealing an illustration of a tall, armored figure, its hands wreathed in an unnatural energy.

"The Primordials," Aldric said grimly. "The commanders of the demonic legions. They are not mindless beasts. They are ancient, intelligent, and worst of all—patient."

Ivy, who had been silent, finally spoke. "Then why now? If they've been waiting for centuries, what changed?"

Aldric exhaled. "That's the question I don't have an answer to. But one thing is clear—the rifts are opening again. And if they aren't stopped, this world will face an invasion unlike anything in recorded history."

Silence filled the room. The weight of those words settled over them like a suffocating cloud.

Reinhardt finally broke the silence. "So what do we do?"

Elias sat back, his mind racing. House Null was already a target. The nobles wanted to shut them down, and now, an ancient enemy was waking up.

"We prepare," Elias said. "The Academy may be ignoring this, but we won't. If they won't fight, then we will."

Lira groaned. "Oh gods, here we go."

Marco frowned. "We don't even know how to fight them properly."

Elias raised his gauntlet. "Then we start figuring it out. We know their weaknesses now. They regenerate, but we can overload them. They absorb magic, but not pure force." He looked at Aldric. "And we need more information. If the nobles buried the truth, then we're going to dig it up."

Aldric studied him for a long moment before nodding. "Then I'll help you. But be careful, Elias. You're about to walk a path that no one in this Academy has dared to tread."

Elias smirked. "Good. I was getting bored, anyway."

Aldric sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why do I have a feeling I'll regret this?"

Lira muttered, "Because you definitely will."

Despite the tension, Elias felt something stir in his chest—excitement. They weren't just fighting nobles anymore.

They were about to uncover the greatest lie in history. And nothing was going to stop them now.

Chapter 33: The Forgotten War