Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Belize City, the city built by the dwarven tribe.

It was named after one of the dwarven tribe's legendary warriors, Kurd Belize.

As soon as Sylvus arrived at the city gates, he noticed dwarven soldiers riding their mounts and standing on both sides.

In the middle, King Ronald of the dwarves was waiting.

Ronald's presence naturally attracted a large crowd of curious dwarven civilians, who gathered at the city gate to see what was happening.

"Honorable Master Sylvus, you've finally arrived. Welcome to Belize City,"

Ronald said, quickly stepping forward to greet him.

The mounts on both sides roared in response to Sylvus' arrival.

Sylvus had arrived too quickly.

If Ronald had been informed earlier, he would have organized a grander welcoming ceremony.

"Cut the nonsense. Let's go inside,"

Sylvus said flatly. He had no interest in such frivolities.

Ronald hurriedly nodded and stepped aside to make way.

Sylvus then proceeded into the city.

This left the dwarven civilians staring in astonishment.

Who was this Sylvus?

Even their king was so respectful to him.

Upon entering the city, Sylvus immediately stood out.

Among all the dwarves, he was by far the tallest, drawing many curious glances.

The buildings in the city were built short and low, but the lifestyle was similar to that of humans.

There were shops, taverns, inns... almost everything one would expect to find in a human city.

As they walked, Ronald proudly introduced the features of the city to Sylvus.

Before long, they arrived at a large castle, the residence of the dwarven king, equivalent to the palace of the Bok Empire.

"Master, please come inside," Ronald said, smiling at Sylvus.

Sylvus nodded and continued walking into the castle. They soon entered a grand hall inside the castle.

"No need for pleasantries. Here, I'll let you borrow this for now,"

Sylvus said, sitting at the head of the hall.

As he spoke, he casually tossed a small silver hammer to Ronald.

Ronald's eyes lit up as he caught it carefully, gripping it tightly.

This time, he knew he couldn't afford to lose it.

"Why are you still standing there? Bring out the other part of the artifact from your dwarven tribe. I'm curious to see what secrets it holds,"

Sylvus said, frowning as Ronald hesitated.

"Huh? Master..."

Ronald hesitated, as the artifact was closely tied to the dwarven tribe's secrets, and he didn't want outsiders to know about it.

"So I came here for nothing?"

Sylvus narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing through them.

"No, no! Elder Lo, fetch the Forging Hammer!"

Ronald's face paled.

If Sylvus started causing trouble here, his own death wouldn't matter.

But if Sylvus got angry and wiped out the entire dwarven tribe, he'd be remembered as a sinner for all time.

Sylvus sneered. This guy wouldn't act unless he saw the danger right in front of him. He didn't have the same sense of urgency as the elven tribe.

"Sire, the Forging Hammer has been brought,"

Lo said, arriving within a quarter of an hour. He carried a small black hammer to Ronald.

He was accompanied by ten powerful dwarven warriors, all at the level of Mage Emperor.

Sylvus glanced at the two hammers and noticed they were identical in shape, only differing in color.

"Elders, let's begin,"

Ronald said, looking at the two hammers in his hands, then nodding to the ten powerful dwarves around him.

They all took deep breaths. Under Sylvus' watchful gaze, Ronald threw both hammers into the air.

"Sssss...."

The hammers floated in the air, and the dwarves nodded.

A cut appeared in each of their palms, and drops of blood quickly flew toward the hammers.

"Buzz..."

When the dwarven blood landed on the hammers, both hammers began to glow.

The dwarves all chanted, releasing energy that flowed into the Forging Hammers.

"Are they trying to fuse the two hammers together?"

Sylvus squinted as he watched the process unfold.

The black and white hammers, now infused with dwarven blood, had established a connection.

They slowly began to merge with each other.

Time passed slowly. Over an hour later, just as Sylvus was about to fall asleep, the Forging Hammers finally showed signs of activity.

A powerful aura suddenly erupted from the hammers.

Ronald and the other dwarves' eyes lit up in surprise and delight.

They knew the fusion of the Forging Hammers had been successful.

A few moments later, a hazy figure slowly emerged from the merged hammers.

Upon seeing this figure, Ronald and the others immediately knelt to the ground in worship.

Sylvus followed their gaze.

"Is that... a Titan?"

Sylvus was a little surprised.

The hazy figure looked somewhat similar to the dwarves,

but its body was tall and imposing. The exposed muscles on its body radiated immense strength.

"My name is Kail Omar, leader of the Titan race. To my descendants, the moment you awaken me, you are close to shedding your ugly dwarf appearance and becoming the mighty Titans once again..."

The hazy figure didn't seem to possess any consciousness; it was merely a lingering projection.

It continued speaking about how the Titan race had become dwarves and how the dwarven tribe could break the bloodline seal to return to their Titan form.

"It seems the Titan race, like the angelic race, was also exiled by the so-called Divine Lord of the divine realm,"

Sylvus thought after listening to Omar's words.

Now Sylvus understood why Cornelia had mentioned that more than one race would rise against the divine realm.

It turned out that two powerful races existed on the Eslar continent alone.

Both the angelic race and the Titan race had top-tier combat strength.

If these two races joined forces, they could indeed pose a serious threat to the divine realm's rule.

Sylvus also believed that the angelic race and Titan race weren't the only ones exiled.

Other races likely shared the same fate.

If all of them gathered together, even the strongest beings in the divine realm would have a hard time dealing with them.

"My descendants, when you find the Titan Heart, you will once again gain the strength of the mighty Titans..."

After these final words, Omar's hazy figure vanished.

The Forging Hammers slowly descended.

Sylvus was speechless. At least Cornelia had given him a clue on how to find the artifact to break the bloodline seal of the angelic race.

But this Titan leader simply vanished without providing any useful information.

"Sire, there is a map on the Forging Hammer,"

Lo suddenly said.

Ronald was about to take a closer look when the hammer flew directly into Sylvus' hand.