Chapter 142 – Drakk Miracle Claws – I
At the gates of Sol’Varen, the golden city of human faith, the farewell took place under a silence heavy with meaning. There were no crowds. Only a highly select group of fewer than fifty people—renowned fighters, respected artificers, and elite warriors gathered to pay their respects.
The atmosphere was not one of noisy emotion, but of solemn contemplation. Restrained applause, like the rhythmic pounding of sacred hammers against the metal of reverence. Every pair of eyes followed, in absolute respect, the departure of a man whose legend was becoming more concrete by the day.
Drakk Miracle Claws.
Now nicknamed ’The Divine Blacksmith.’
The colossal bestial.
The Walking Forge.
Standing three meters tall, with a body forged by a thousand furnaces, his stride was slow and deliberate—like a controlled earthquake. Bronzed skin, toughened by fire, a thick black beard, upright doberman ears, and a protruding belly of one who ate well and lifted anvils like bread. Every step made the ground echo, and every moving muscle seemed to tell the story of an entire race.
Strapped to his back, a massive black marble box, as large as a divine crypt and taller than any ordinary man. No locks. No chains. Just sealed power.
Five tons of an unknown metal.
Carried as if it were a part of him.
At his side walked his apprentice, a young orc with a firm presence.