Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 486: Visiting Sivagadh

Clyde and Asqa emerged into the dark sky of Sivagadh Fortress.

Asqa feels like the air here had a distinct texture. It feels thicker, almost humming with controlled magical density.

The moment their feet touched solid ground conjured beneath them by Clyde’s magical power, Asqa’s eyes widened in awe.

From their vantage point high above, she could see the full sprawl of the fortress-dimension laid out below. It was a sprawling sanctuary suspended within a contained darkness-like void and looked as if a patchwork world had been stitched together from fragments of a thousand others.

"This is..." Asqa muttered, breath caught in her throat. "Incredible."

Clyde simply nodded.

Down below, sections of the fortress radiated outward in concentric layers, each of them were shaped by the culture that had helped build it.

The central district resembled a modern Earth cityscape. It filled with sleek high-rise towers of steel and glass interlaced with garden rooftops and solar spires.

Roads twisted through the structures in smoothnefficient curves.

This was the Human sector, and its modern symmetry gave it an anchor-like quality to the rest of the place.

To the northwest, robust stone structures began replacing steel. Dwarven craftsmanship was unmistakable. It made of layered terraces built directly into the rocky walls of the place, with forges constantly glowing and smoke gently curling into the air.

Large gears and pulleys turned in sync, moving freight and weapons, while armored dwarves barked instructions and hammered away tirelessly.

Further to the east stretched elegant, glimmering towers wound in spiraling walkways and bridged by hanging gardens.

Elven architecture bloomed here. It looks graceful. White stone structures intertwined with living wood and vines.

Faint symphonies always sounded from tha sector, making as if the district itself breathed in harmony.

Asqa’s gaze moved southward, where smaller settlements sprawled in organized chaos.

One resembled thatched domes of hardened clay and carved bones. Those structures built low to the ground in tribal patterns.

Lizardman could be seen moving efficiently among their territory, tail armor clinking softly as they walked.

Just beyond them were more open structures, huts and tents with fur linings and wide training grounds. That sector belonging to beastmen clans, their muscular forms moving in synchronized drills.

Each district pulsed with its own rhythm but all of it formed a living whole. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Clyde floated calmly beside her with his arms crossed.

"This looks nice doesn’t it? This is more than fortress of walls. This place is a place where broken pieces could come together and still be strong. I was also surprised when I first came here."

Asqa looked at him, still stunned. "This isn’t a fortress... it’s a whole civilizations."

Clyde gave a small smile. "Yes. A city that isn’t supposed to exist under the reign of the higher beings. But this place is exist. Hidden, protected, and growing."

Below them, Clyde can see that the expansions were underway. The construction teams—both magical and manual—were manipulating terrain, anchoring new sectors, and testing barriers. Lead bythe elf eldest Eorgen himself, the leader of the High Council of this forest.

Massive floating glyphs turned slowly in the sky like gears, feeding stability into the framework of the expanding dimension.

Clyde gestured downward. "Let’s go. I want to check the development zones.."

They descended slowly, drifting toward the place of renovation of Sivagadh.

They touched down beside a half-finished causeway where gleaming runes crawled over freshly-poured melted metal or stone in black color.

The mages and craftsman paused, stone-elementals rumbled to a halt. A ripple of hushed curiosity spread through the crews when they see Clyde, whose reputation they already whispered about, and now he have a stranger at his side.

Asqa felt it only as a prickle along the nape of her neck. She glanced around, puzzled, while hammer-wielding dwarves and robed elven engineers pretended to focus on their work yet stole second looks.

The faint silver corona of power that clung to her made her emerald eyes seem almost luminous in the gloom.

Across the scaffolds, three figures turned in unison.

Eorgen the tall, old, and stern high council leader—stepped forward first; beside him, Maethion adjusted his crystal glasses; Hammer wiped soot from his beard with a grin.

Eorgen’s gaze tightened. "Who stands by you now?"

Clyde rested a hand on Asqa’s shoulder. "This is my friend. We’ve fought side-by-side since long time ago. Her name’s Asqa."

A flicker of recognition crossed the elf’s face. "She was the one who kill those Celestials?"

Asqa nodded once. "We killed them together," she corrected softly.

Hammer let out a low whistle. "Heh, that tale’s already made it this far. Bur only some of us knows about it."

Maetjion just nodded to Clyde and smiled at Asqa.

"Well, you are welcome here," Mathion said.

Eorgen inclined his head at last, the tension easing.

"Very well. Business first, then courtesies." He gestured to the widening perimeter. "We’re rooting new dimension anchors. We had planted eight so far. But the dark-sky firmament grows unstable beyond the sixth ring."

Clyde studied the drifting glyph-wheels overhead, then nodded.

"I can only say thankyou for what you all done. The followers of the dead Celestials will come soon. They will come here and then become the reinforcemwnt for our strenght. Don’t you agree?" Clyde asked.

"Well, now that I think about it. Its actually not a bad idea. Those followers must be more capable than the rest of the people here," Eorgen said.

Clyde then turned to Hammer.

"I need new weapons and armor for me and Asqa. Something that can handle what’s coming. I will give you the best material I’ve got," Clyde said.

Hammer’s eyes lit up like forgefire. "Now that’s what I’ve been waitin’ to hear."

Without hesitation, he slammed a gauntlet against Clyde’s back and beckoned them both.

"Come on, then. Let’s see if you can swing what I’m about to craft."

They walked toward the forge district, sparks already flying in Hammer’s mind as he imagined the design.

Asqa followed quietly. Her curiosity rising about what Clyde plan to make.

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