The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 747: Three Matters of Importance

Once again, Damian was in his ceremonial attire, but this time it was pitch black with gold linings. He had made a stage of sorts growing out of the Sanctum’s wooden building. The six individuals he, Evrin, and Souldealer had accepted as their equals on the new ’Sanctum’s Table of Seven’ were standing beside him on the stage.

They were too small for everyone to be able to see, though, which was why Damian had added a new spell to all six people’s sacrium bracelets. For Souldealer, he had made a new bracelet altogether. Just like the others, he had also given her the choice to lock one person as her Waygate anchor, and she had chosen her grandson. Damian did not give her any fighting support spells just yet; she was a healer herself, so he did not add that in either.

The common spell in all of them, however, was the new one Damian had learned from the Elf Queen. He had made slight changes to the runic circle, though—one being giving a different mana-element-based color to everyone’s clothes and all the accessories and weapons they had on them. The body itself was still gold from light mana.

The size of these real-time projection-like replicas was mana-dependent. Right now, five of these 50-meter-tall replicas were standing straight beside Damian’s own sixth one next to the large night-shaped building of the Sanctum so everyone could easily see them.

If a person did not use mana threads to control it much, the idle mana expenditure was not too much. Evrin, like second-rankers, still needed a mana container to power it, though.

Damian’s gold and black one was fully animated, though, mimicking his every move. He could already enhance his voice to speak loudly. Seeing him move slightly, the sound of thousands of people talking echoed through the whole city of Sanctuary.

As the five giant replicas posed beside his own, unmoving, Damian raised his hands, people quieted down, and he started his address,

“People of Sanctuary, I have called you together not for celebration, nor mourning, but for a moment that will divide our history into before and after.

For years—decades, even—you have endured. Some have waited. Others have bled. Many have sacrificed, never knowing if their efforts would be remembered.

You have tilled barren fields, buried your dead after storms and war, paid your taxes, raised your young, and held this land together with hands calloused by toil—and hearts stronger than steel.

Today, I speak not only to honor that struggle.. but to impart three matters of great weight that have now been decided by the Sanctum’s Table of Three—and I shall speak of each.

But before that, there are a few words I wish to speak as the Second Keeper of Sanctuary—Here, standing beside every soul who has endured; Today, after years carved by fire and sorrow, we breathe the first true breath of peace. No more shall our children wake to the sound of steel.

To those who gave their lives—in battle, in service, in silent struggle during these trying times—I bow my head, for your sacrifice has not been forgotten. And now, as the old wounds begin to close, a new age rises before us.

The Sanctuary will not simply return to what it was—it will become something greater. The years ahead will be different, shaped not by warlords or walls, but by unity, rebuilding, and the will of a people who refused to break.

You are not merely the people of Ashenvale, or Dawnstar, or any other banner now faded behind you. You are the people of Sanctuary.

You came here seeking shelter—weary, broken, carrying the weight of homes lost and graves left behind. But you did not just endure. You did not just survive. You stood, shoulder to shoulder, and built something stronger than walls: a community—a place to belong.

And now, we do not cower from the past—we rise into a future no one will dare forget. We may not have centuries etched into stone or bloodlines draped in gold, but we will carve a legacy into the very spine of the mainland.

Let it be known—the Sanctuary is no longer a refuge. It is the beginning.”

A thunderous applause with people shouting ’Sanctuary’, ’End of war’, ’Time of Peace’ was not stopping at all. The loudest of which was a repeated chanting of ’Lord Keeper’ and ’Lady Einar’.

Damian waited for a while for everyone to quiet down, the speech was something he, Evrin, and Lucian had made. He had made significant last-minute changes, though.

The five people standing beside him were also stealing glances toward him once in a while. The task of just powering the replicas alone was not easy for all of them. Capable spellcasters like Souldealer and Einar could do it without exhausting their minds, but Sam, Evrin, and even Lucian—not used to handling great constant mana expenditure—looked visibly tired. He had to end it soon.

He had told them to just cancel the spell if it was too much. Still, none of them did so. Even Evrin, clearly using great focus to connect mana threads from her container to the replica, was not giving up. It was easier for her, though—once the mana thread was connected, she just had to add more if one broke. When mana traveling was too much and the mana thread too thin, it tended to break unless used in a lot of them together.

Damian got to his main point, “The first of the three big changes is; The House of Lords will now have 50% commoner seats. The requirements for joining will be released later along with benefits of being a member and other details.”

Once again, people started making sounds, actually much louder this time. But Damian soon spoke up, not giving them much time,

“Along with this—one thing of note, Prince Leon Goldflame and some other noble lords will migrate to our island to the north—Virestone Reach—to develop that region for the Sanctuary. They will need people to develop that land, so anyone who wishes to go with them can do so. Our Waygates are already opened twice a day for all regions and borders of our Sanctuary.”