Village Head's Debauchery

He even contemplated asking Mrs Seraphina to create a Gearweaver sword for him, just in case, unsure if a bow and arrow would possess the same capabilities. However, he quickly dismissed this thought, understanding that he couldn't wield it.

As the raw Vylkr energy surrounding Leif surged higher, enhancing his prowess, the Vylkr vines on the handle stretched further, crawling up his hands and reaching his forearms. Seig's frown deepened, and just as he was about to warn him, the runes on the enhanced Gearweaver began to glow brightly. The hum of the weapon and the faint sound of gears emerged from within, halting the Vylkr vines' ascent.

They soon retracted into the blade, and the entire weapon returned to its normal state, dispersing the excess raw Vylkr energy it had accumulated. However, the veins around the Gearweaver continued to glow fiercely until gradually subsiding into dormancy.

The Vylkr energy around Leif's Devourer bracelet dissipated, retracting back into his body.

Bang!

The enhanced Gearweaver slipped from Leif's grasp, clattering to the ground. His steps faltered, but a firm hand steadied him before he could fall.

"He's exhausted from triggering one of the enhanced Gearweaver's fail-safes. A healer will attend to him shortly, and he'll be fine," Seraphina's voice echoed through the room.

Seig breathed a sigh of relief, letting the enhanced Gearweaver sword fall from his grip to the floor. Witnessing its formidable power, which would undoubtedly amplify the fearlessness of the Vylkr warriors, coupled with the recent unsettling events that had ironically bolstered the confidence of Paradise's residents in their protective barrier, Seig couldn't help but feel immense pity for anyone foolish enough to challenge Paradise.

They would regret it for the rest of their lives, assuming their souls managed to survive.

Within the enclosed room of magically reinforced glass

"Despite not forming a proper bond with the enhanced Gearweaver sword and attempting to push it to its limits with an unfit Devourer's bracelet, the fail-safe still kicked in, incapacitating the Vylkr vine and saving his life. So, what's your assessment?" Seraphina asked, turning to face the Key leaders behind her.

"It's reassuring. The demonstration has alleviated my concerns about the enhanced Gearweavers, so you have our go-ahead to continue with production. Just keep us informed if any significant issues arise that you can't handle so we can address potential threats immediately," Orion responded, nodding.

Having witnessed the demonstration, he felt reassured that Seraphina and the others had done their best and that there were no immediate troubling developments from the enhanced Gearweavers.

Nevertheless, he remained mindful of their potential impact.

Seraphina nodded in acknowledgement at Orion's words before sweeping her eyes over the other Key leaders.

"Fine. I've seen your work, and I have faith in it," Stronghold Leader Zogar remarked, glancing at the Vylkr Fusion Armlet on his right wrist. "However, I still believe that Vylkr vines shouldn't be treated as mere materials for experiments. If a disastrous situation arises from the enhanced Gearweaver, I will ensure they are properly destroyed."

Seraphina nodded in understanding. "Just like the Vylkr Fusion Armlet, which bonds with warriors and grows stronger alongside them, the enhanced Gearweavers are also intertwined with Vylkr energy. If such a situation arises, you'll need to grow stronger because destroying them won't be easy," she explained with a reassuring smile.

Stronghold Leader Zogar nodded silently, confident in his strength and growth. He took Seraphina's words as a reaffirmation rather than a concern.

Stronghold Leader Seth sighed heavily, nodding with the other Key leaders who followed suit individually.

"Since it's significantly more powerful and different from the Gearweaver it was originally built upon, do you have a name for it?" Reena asked with curiosity.

"No, unfortunately, we haven't been able to come up with a better name," Seraphina responded, shaking her head.

"In that case, how about we call it the Gear Devourer, based on its foundation with the devourer heart and Vylkr vines?" Orion suggested.

Seraphina contemplated the name deeply, her expression brightening soon after. "I think that will work. It also instils fear into our enemies just by hearing it," she remarked, pleased with the menacing name.

"I like the name as well. Coming from the Village Chief, it'll reassure warriors about its significance and make them feel less stressed utilizing it," Stronghold Leader Seth said, nodding in agreement.

"I agree. Gear Devourer definitely sounds more intimidating than Gearweaver," Caretaker Ivor.

"Indeed," High King Kael chimed in.

The Key leaders shared their thoughts one by one, unanimously approving the name for the weapon that promised to catalyze a profound change among the warriors of Paradise.

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The Sleeping Fox Runaway City

The Royal Den

"Has Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise from Runaway City sent us any messages yet?" asked a man with deep violet skin complemented by pigmented violet sharp curved horns and broad folded wings, dressed in a simple brown robe with intricate golden accents.

His name was Garron El'thas. He is also known as the Master of Natural Resources of Sleeping Fox Runaway City and oversees its upper body and neck.

"No, they haven't. It's clear they've chosen to surrender their positions and Runaway City without resistance against Paradise. So, it means we're on our own," responded the woman with stylish tied auburn hair, fox-like ears, and four flowing tails flowing behind her. She was dressed in a colourful robe featuring various brilliant tail-like patterns, her expression stern.

Her name was Amelia Greenbough. She is the Chief Diplomat and Envoy of the Sleeping Fox Runaway City. She resides in the Royal Den, the Head of the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, alongside Former Emperor Lakul.

"It's understandable, considering the events that occurred a half-month ago. Just like ours, the inhabitants of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City are clamouring to their leaders to return to familiar grounds to avoid experiencing the horrifying event of the sun and the firmament descending upon the earth," responded a man with avian-like features, dark feathers, dressed in black scholarly robes adorned with faint green embellishments, shaking his head in response.

His name was Syrik, the Master of Espionage and Intelligence of the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, who controlled the section known as the 'Ears.'

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Author's Note:Magical Energy energy will be changed to 'Magikal energy. Magic and Magical will remain the same.