Dragon King's Harem Chapter 298. Walking Around The Palace I
Following Elixar through the palace, I couldn’t help but be drawn in by his words. This wasn’t just a tour—it was like stepping into a living, magical history book. Every step we took, every hallway we passed, felt alive with mana, like the place was breathing ancient wisdom and power.
He gestured to the walls, and I followed his gaze. “These walls,” he explained, “were crafted from the earth itself, infused with the land’s energy. Our ancestors built them to symbolize our bond with nature.”
I took in the intricate patterns carved into the walls, the design telling a story of the Healer Tribe’s connection to the elents. It didn’t feel like the palace was constructed—it felt grown, like it had risen straight from the ground.
We moved deeper into the palace. Elixar kept the flow of information going. “And here,” he said, motioning ahead, “is the Hall of Mana. This is where our healers gather to channel mana for everything—nurturing the gardens, healing the sick, you na it.”
Walking into the hall, I was greeted by ethereal fountains glowing with a soft, calming light. “These fountains,” Elixar continued, “are the heart of our tribe. Their waters don’t just heal the body—they’re our commitnt to balance and harmony.”
I watched as healers moved around the hall, their hands glowing with magic as they worked. It was like watching a symphony of light and care in motion.
The tour didn’t stop there. We stepped out onto a balcony, and the view hit like a spell. Crystalline towers stretched into the sky, their designs catching the light and casting dazzling patterns on the cobblestone streets below. The entire city spread out beneath us.
The streets were lined with colorful, magical plants, thriving in harmony with the bustling city life. Small fountains, much like the ones in the Hall of Mana, were scattered throughout, their soothing energy adding to the peaceful vibe. It was stunning—like soone had taken the idea of a utopia and made it real.
Elixar’s pride was evident as he looked over the city. “This, Argod,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction, “is the result of generations of dedication. We believe in balance—between magic, nature, and our people.”
My eyes were drawn to a massive tower, second only to the palace in height. Elixar noticed my interest. “That’s the Healer Academy,” he explained. “It’s where our best healers train and grow. It’s the heart of our tribe’s future.”
Beyond the school, other key buildings caught my eye. Elixar pointed them out one by one. “Those,” he said, “are where we create our potions and tonics. Tribes from all over co here for what we produce.”
In the corner of the city, a large herb barn stood open, its fragrant contents carried by the breeze. “That’s where we cultivate rare herbs,” Elixar said. “They’re essential to our redies and symbolize our connection to nature’s gifts.”
Then there were the magic towers. I’d never seen so many concentrated in one city before. They surrounded the herb barn. “Our defenses,” Elixar said, his tone serious now. “These towers are what protect us. While we may not rely on warriors, our magic is our strongest shield.”
The city’s walls, reinforced with powerful enchantnts, added to its impenetrable feel. The Healer Tribe didn’t rely on brute force—they relied on their mastery of magic to defend their way of life.
It was clear that while their strength lay in healing, they were no strangers to preparation. This city wasn’t just beautiful; it was fortified, resilient, and perfectly balanced between magic and nature.
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