Sword of Dawnbreaker

”We finally opened the ancient doors leading to the power core, dismantling the engine isolation dome and the access barriers to the central axis logic array, untouched for tens of thousands of years. We saw the alloy skeletons extending deep in the blackness, the ancient equipment operating silently, and the decayed cables and sensors that had lost connection with the Sovereignty Chair for hundreds of years...

”Most of the technology in the deep layers remains beyond understanding—even scholars can recognize only a few aspects, and they cannot repair them with current capabilities—but at least we haven’t resolved too late; we can still identify most of the equipment groups, their function, and positioning. Moreover, we now have new plans...

”Master Vilanya and her astrologers confirmed the energy logic beneath the Sacred Stars Temple. We’ve replaced parts of the severely damaged power core with magic web arrays from Cecil. Next, we’ll dismantle the thoroughly defunct anti-gravity and propulsion devices, replace them with modern industrial products, and rebuild the chamber and functional division surrounding the temple’s keel.

”Currently, our biggest challenge is reconstructing the sensory and operational devices that have gone offline from the control hub, ensuring the Sovereignty Chair can accurately identify the newly installed features within the Sacred Stars Temple... Progress in this area has been slow, but since autumn, scholars have finally achieved some success. The melding between artificial nerve cords and signal connectors has been realized. With assistance from biological nerve centers, control issues at the temple may soon be resolved—let’s hope everything goes smoothly; otherwise, we’ll have to resort to using hundreds of operators to compensate for the shortfall in the Sovereignty Chair’s effectiveness.”

Listening to Belsetia recount these technical matters, Gawain slightly nodded: ”Did our ’smart factory’ inspire you?”

”Using synthetic brains to grant machines the ability to think... human creativity is always astonishing,” Belsetia laughed, ”Frankly, after receiving Rebecca’s documentation, Master Vilanya couldn’t eat for an entire day—but the next day, she persuaded herself with remarkable perseverance to finish reading all the materials and expressed respect for your technology.”

”...” Gawain momentarily found himself speechless, imagining what the scene would be like if the elves embraced the wetware host + heavy machinery technological route, suddenly feeling a deep sense of guilt.

Unknown to the musings in Gawain’s mind about ”only wanderers from the outer realm could comprehend,” Belsetia maintained her gaze on the assembly platforms below. Compared to the paper documentation, witnessing them firsthand provided a more genuine sense of awe. Looking at them for quite some time, she finally softly broke the silence: ”Watching this, I can’t help but wonder... in very ancient times, in epochs beyond even the silver elves’ imagination, how did our ancestors, the primordial elves construct such magnificent creations like the Sacred Stars Temple? Was that majestic fortress also assembled piece by piece here starting from the keel, beams, and basic power units?”

”Of course, or else would it have directly grown out of the ground?” Gawain raised an eyebrow, ”What made you suddenly reflect on these things?”

”After finally opening the gates to the deepest part of the Sacred Stars Temple, we uncovered many ancient traces from those chambers sealed for millennia,” Belsetia gently began explaining, ”Throughout countless eras, various regions of the Sacred Stars Temple have undergone numerous renovations and transformations; its outer areas were once completely destroyed by war, yet inside those sealed chamber sections, everything still remains as it was shortly after the Sky Fortress embarked.

”Nowadays, the silver elves can no longer identify items belonging to the primordial elves, but we can clearly feel that these originate from an ancient and grand civilization, a somewhat familiar ’distant relative’, brought out from a homeland we’ve long forgotten...