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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

The journey to Solmara was grueling. The landscape changed as they moved deeper into the wilderness—forests turned to barren fields, and the air grew heavier, as if the very essence of the world remembered the battles that had once been fought here. Kierian walked ahead of them, his pace steady, unbothered by the passage of time.

Lira huffed, pulling her cloak tighter. "This place is miserable. How did people live out here?"

Kierian didn't look back. "They didn't. Not for long."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "So… what happened here?"

Kierian exhaled, his gaze scanning the horizon. "Solmara was once a stronghold of the Obsidian Vanguard. It was built to house our warriors, our scholars—those who sought to perfect the art of fighting the demons without magic. But when the final battles came, Solmara was abandoned."

Kierian's voice was grim. "Because we lost."

Elias flexed his fingers inside his gauntlet. He had been hoping that whatever was in Solmara could give them an edge—but now, he wasn't so sure.

Ivy, ever watchful, suddenly raised a hand. "We're close."

They crested a hill, and there it was—Solmara.

The ruins stretched across the land, massive crumbling stone walls covered in vines, old towers broken and leaning, streets littered with decayed remnants of an age long past. And at the center of it all, a massive obsidian fortress, cracked but still standing, looming over the ruins like a ghost from another time.

Marco adjusted his glasses. "That's… a lot more intact than I expected."

Kierian nodded. "The Vanguard built things to last."

Reinhardt grinned. "Then let's see what's left."

As they made their way into the ruins, something felt off. The deeper they walked into the city, the quieter it became. No wind. No animals. Just empty silence.

Cecilia smirked. "You hate everything."

Lira shot her a glare. "Yeah, and this is on the top of my list."

Elias kept his eyes on Kierian, who had slowed his pace. The warrior was tense, his fingers hovering near the hilt of his restored blade.

Elias moved beside him. "You feel it too?"

Kierian gave a slow nod. "Solmara is not empty."

As if on cue, a low, echoing sound rumbled from deep within the fortress ahead. It wasn't human.

Ivy reached for an arrow. "We're not alone."

Then, from the shadows of the ruins, something moved.

At first, they looked like statues, standing perfectly still among the crumbled walls. But then one of them twitched—a suit of ancient armor, its body covered in cracks of faint, glowing red light.

One by one, the armored figures turned toward them, their empty helmets staring with hollow, soulless eyes.

"They are the last defenders of Solmara."

Elias clenched his fists. "And they don't look friendly."

The first knight took a step forward, rusted metal screeching as it raised a massive greatsword.

Then, all at once, the ruined city came to life.

The Sentinels of Solmara had awoken.

Chapter 42: The Ruins of Solmara