The competition of the dwarves had begun. The Annual contest was met with great excitement from the contestants, each being a crafter or blacksmith in the tribe, competing against others to see who was the best. During this year, the winner of the previous year’s contest had to defend his title to continue holding on. Under the excitement from the crowd, watching as stones were being chipped and hammers struck burning ores. A dwarf named Dulgol watched as the masters of various fields crafted amazing artworks and weapons, some of which would later be used for war and others which would only be put up for decorative uses should they be considered. "One day, I am going to emerge the winner and keep the title for a long time." He said with a resolute voice while watching the masters bring out their greatest masterpieces to the front of four dwarves who wore deep blue robes covered by an iron-mail sash. “Bravo!” One of the four commented.As time passed, Dulgol, who happened to be a y

A new week had started as Shawn returned home with his younger sister Stacy after a stressful Monday in school as he climbed the stairs leading right to his room before jumping onto the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. Today he had used one of his breaks to teach a classmate who had nearly turned to his bully and it was unreasonably strenuous for him, now he felt a bit of pity for his teachers who had to bear with such as he reminisced about the day teaching mathematics. After spending an unknown amount of time thinking, “Good thing that I have no assignments today," He muttered before closing his eyes, within a matter of seconds he was asleep. Right at that moment, a system panel appeared in front of him. *Do you wish to enter your world?* "Yes" was the word that left his mouth by accident or so he thought.“Wait what!” Before he could do anything else, the panel closed and a bright light flashed in his face with the pitch darkness that surrounded his consciousness changing t

Yian stared at the three golems glaring intensely at him. He took a deep heavy breath and unsheathed his sword from its leather sheath, a two-edged blade with a bright orange hue. The fear in his eyes lingered on for just a split second before they vanished. "First scared, now brave. Seems he's quick to get a hold of himself " said Kadan who accessed him.Yian pointed his sword towards the three golems, and bellowed words out with rage, "Come at me with all your strength!" Right when he said that the edges of his copper sword began to glow with a bright hue as he infused energy within.It wasn't long before one of the golems reacted and moved to attack him, taking a giant leap before slamming its fists down with the intent to crush him.Yivan moved his feet in response, his sword glowing as the aura he emitted grew stronger as he leaped from the Golem’s attack and its fists slammed into the cave floor.Upon landing, he took the given opportunity to dash it. "It seems his mana affini

There were four families who claimed Descent from Hor, each having a specific mark assigned specifically to their bloodline. After Hor passed away, four of his descendants made remarkable feats that made them earn their marks from the new Mark Giver who was a non-descendant trained by the former chief. But by Himlo's instructions, once a mark was given to a Haran, anyone next with an achievable feat from his bloodline or family would receive the family mark of his own. The Marks given were exclusive and given to the best among a family, hence becoming a tradition. Every year, many with or without the marks and fire ability would appear to champion for head but only those four families would be the last to stand. Even if they traced their lineage to Hor they still had to obey the rules he made. Since Lulm was chosen by his own family to compete for the position of head, it only meant that he possessed the marks specific to his family. "Since you all have it in this test, you are fr

You are my descendant, the one who will inherit this mission after my death" Garvin said to his child while staring at the stone pillar not far from their location."Father, what do you mean?" The child looked at his father with confusion, and Garvin chuckled, "Currently, I will soon be going on a journey, but before I come back I need you to learn sensory energy, a power granted to us by the mother of the hunt and passed down to our family," He explained."But…father” The Child hesitated, “Where are you going?, “ his eyes darted to the palms of his small hands, “I have no idea what sensory energy feels like. So how can I even use it?" He explained."Raynard. Where I am going is not something you need to know now.” Garvin responded, “As for sensory energy. You have seen and watched me use it for long enough. With that, you just need to practice what's in your memory." "Members of our family are known to have the potential for that power from the moment they are born. Now it's time fo