Gol-4, or rather Isaac, started to tell his past.
Thousands of years ago, perhaps 8000 years ago, in a small village, Isaac was born to a simple blacksmith, not a fabricator, but one of the common people. He spent his younger years by his father's side and crafted tools such as sickles, shovels, and horseshoes for the townspeople.
He enjoyed those days. Smithing was straining and hard work, which didn't deter him. Isaac proved himself different from the other children, always spending his days hamring and tinkering with tools in his father's shop. He always loved seeing his stern father smile whenever he successfully crafted a tool.
His mother passed away when he was four, so he and his father had always been together. Father and son worked with each other, teaching and learning.
Those tis were truly peaceful and gratifying.
Even if he never beca an Exalt, Isaac was content to live in the shop and carry on his father's trade. That was until he learned about the existence of Fabricators from a passing Exalt, a wanderer. From the wanderer, he learned about how Exalts had fabricators who created incredible weapons and armor using all kinds of amazing ores he had never heard of.
Slowly, the desire grew in Isaac's heart. He wanted to be a fabricator. A whole new world of blacksmiths had opened up to him, and he cried out in yearning. His father didn't share the sa enthusiasm and warned him sternly not to hold high expectations. They were commoners, and the world of Exalts was endlessly cruel.
However, fate had other plans for Isaac. As known to all, an Exolsia Core beca easily detectable with a special testing crystal when one reached the age of fifteen. A stronger testing crystal could be used if one had the connections and the wealth. As a commoner, Issac had none of these and had to wait for his ti.
Isaac counted down the ti until he beca fifteen and when the selection process would begin. His father brought him to the nearby city where the main faction at the ti, the Walsh Academy, was taking in new students for the new year.
Like Oscar's Blue Ocean Pavilion, the Walsh Academy was a major power on the Farsky Continent with two King Exalts at the forefront. Unlike the Blue Ocean Pavilion and the others, which were tied to their respective empires, the Walsh Academy was a standalone power that imposed itself over various kingdoms and empires.
All the rulers paid homage to the might of the Walsh Academy and sent their best and brightest to the academy, hoping so of their people would beco powerful and influential officials within it. All in all, around ten kingdoms and empires swore allegiance to the Walsh Academy.
Facing the officials of this proud and powerful academy, Isaac grew nervous and forgot to breathe. He hoped within his heart that he would be accepted and beco a fabricator. He wasn't prepared for what ca next when he placed his hand on the testing crystal. No one was ready for it.
The testing crystal shone with the fiercest light anyone had ever seen that day, a brilliant silver gleam representing only one thing. Isaac was a Grade Eight Exolsia, one of the highest prodigies since Grade Nines were too rare. The faces of the officials could only be described as lost in awe and shock.
Like falling down a hole only to land on a mountain of gold, Isaac couldn't believe it. No one could believe it. A commoner with no pedigree from a line of ordinary blacksmiths possessed the core that would ignite jealousy even in the royals.
After a heartfelt farewell to his father, Isaac traveled with the officials and other new students, arriving at the Walsh Academy after a few days. Over those days, everyone fawned over him, which made him uncomfortable since all he had known was his father's roughness. To make the most of it, Isaac asked about fabricators and received many answers pointing to how they were expert craftsn.
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Isaac wished the airship would go faster to see the great forges and anvils he had heard of. The Walsh Academy was unlike any place he had ever been to. Rather than say it was a simple academy, it was a sprawling tropolis of all manners of spires, palaces, and houses. All of the new students were greeted with fanfare and with welcoming arms.
Of course, Isaac couldn't just get to the fabricators first. He needed to awaken his core, an easy task with his Grade Eight Exolsia. To his relief, his anima ford into the shape of a hamr, the most popular for potential fabricators. With the hamr in hand, Isaac rushed to the fabricator district of the Walsh Academy, a section filled with flas, smoke, and the sounds of hamrs.
The first tis he worked with the roaring furnaces, hamred on ores he had never seen, and processed materials from beasts, Isaac felt the happiest he had ever been. His progression as an Exalt was quick and without issues, thanks to his determined mind and talent. His skills as a fabricator grew, and he beca one of the best young fabricators in the academy.
People gathered around him as Isaac continued to beco more influential. Others wanted his armants. Isaac never stopped working, giving his all to every armant he created. He led the Walsh Academy's fabricators to victory against their bitter rivals, the Skyfall Pavilion, a rival faction that ruled over the other half of the continent.
Indeed, Isaac's life beca full of victories and accolades. Everywhere he turned, people stared with respect and awe. Royals and nobles sent him many requests for engagent and marriage to create ties to him and his bright future. Isaac decided not to accept the engagents, wanting to forge his own future.
A very, very strange choice to make when at the end before the end of his life, he had a harem of twenty wives and sired many children. He started the Divine Stone Clan from his promiscuous desires, marrying many of his female companions he t and grew close with, but that's too far ahead. Back to his days at the academy, his life continued, from the ager Apprentice Exalt to an Elite, and finally a Knight Exalt in which he had a revelation.
He grew tired of creating armant after armant. It was still endearing work but slowly lost its charm unless he had newer materials and ores. Within this slump, he found his new passion, golems. Golems required much work from both fabricators and alchemists.
Isaac believed golems to be the future. Exalts will always be important, but golems could offer much to this world. So, he delved into the creation of golems, studying and creating the greatest works. The only problem was the lack of an alchemist who shared his grand vision for golems, a person who could create the artificial cores needed for his golems to reach the apex.
Having no choice, Isaac turned away from fabrication to learn alchemy, leaving everyone else dumbfounded. Golems were useful soldiers, and everyone held pride in the ones they created. None, however, shared Isaac's vision for what they could beco.
He toiled for years, starting from nothing. Many alchemists jeered and laughed at him. A fabricator learning alchemy? How ridiculous and a waste of ti. Ignoring the insults, Isaac forged ahead. It was slow and hard. Years seed to beco an eternity as Isaac learned and grew. Finally, he erged as a fine alchemist, specializing in the artificial cores needed for golems.
When he beca a Marshal Exalt, Isaac created his greatest work, the Chronem. History books may have etched out his na, but his creations lived on. The Chronem beca a revolutionary golem in which the ancestors could pass down their teachings and continue to support the Walsh Academy. Though the resources to create one would drain several empires.
After all of this, Isaac finally reached the King Exalt realm, becoming one of the leaders of the Walsh Academy. He created armies of golems to help the Walsh Academy in their war against the Skyfall Pavilion. His fighting abilities were not weak. He strode into battle with his hamr and led his golems to break through their defenses.
With his achievents, Isaac beca the head dean of the Walsh Academy, renaming it the Divine Stone Clan. His nurous children held high offices in various kingdoms, marrying into their royal families to form ties. Thus, the Divine Stone Clan beca the sole power of the continent.
Throughout the years, he never stopped working on his golems, refining them and making them more potent and varied. His wonderful creations caught the eyes of outside powers who wanted his secrets. Isaac didn't hoard the schematics, selling them to others,
This was his golem revolution. Spreading his teachings and ideals everywhere around the world was his victory. Though, he kept the most important ones to himself. His Divine Stone Clan had beco more powerful, and he enjoyed his life together with his rather large family.
Isaac looked at all he had done with satisfaction. Leaving his Divine Stone Clan behind, Isaac entered seclusion to go beyond the King Exalt realm.
The Primaere Realm awaited him.
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