The Skyforge: The Last Elementalist

By William Ubagan and Kumander Sator (Editor)

In a world where the elements of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air shape the land and its people, Kael, a young apprentice blacksmith, discovers a mysterious connection to these primal forces. His quiet village is soon shattered by dark forces, and Kael’s destiny as the Last Elementalist begins to unfold.

When a wandering survivor warns him of an ancient and corrupted Elementalist bent on enslaving the elements, Kael is thrust into a perilous journey. Alongside a diverse group of companions—Tessa, a cunning thief; Rael, an exiled knight; and Serin, a gifted healer—Kael must seek out the fabled Skyforge, a legendary forge that can craft weapons of unimaginable power.

As Kael learns to harness the powers of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air through ancient Elemental Forges, he faces trials that will push him to the edge. But when a shocking betrayal threatens to tear the group apart, Kael’s resolve is tested. In a race against time, he must stop the antagonist’s ritual to merge the elements into chaos and restore balance before the world falls into destruction.

With an unforgettable mix of magic, betrayal, and the fight for balance, The Skyforge: The Last Elementalist is an epic tale of destiny, power, and the journey to master the forces of nature. Will Kael be able to wield the elements and save his world, or will he become a pawn in a greater, darker game?

A thrilling adventure awaits in this captivating fantasy novel that blends elemental magic, epic quests, and the timeless struggle between light and darkness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ZRK Book Shop
• Release date: Dec 17, 2024

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Acknowledgments

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to all those who have supported me throughout the creation of this story.

To my family, for their endless love and encouragement; to my friends, for their unwavering belief in this dream; and to my mentors, for guiding me along the path of storytelling, teaching me not only how to write but how to craft a world that feels alive.

A special thanks to my readers, whose curiosity and enthusiasm inspire me to continue building this universe. Without your support, this journey would not be possible. I am truly grateful for each of you who has walked alongside Kael, Tessa, Rael, and Serin, and I hope you continue to share in the world of the Skyforge.

To the creative minds who helped bring this world to life, including the artists who visualized the map and landscapes of the Skyforge realm, your work is invaluable.

And to everyone who believes in the power of fantasy to change the way we see the world—this is for you.

Map of the Skyforge Realm

Map Description:

Skyforge Citadel: The heart of the story, where Kael begins his journey. A towering fortress surrounded by elemental power. It is here that Kael uncovers his connection to the elements.

Elemental Plains: Expansive lands where the elemental forces are strongest, scattered with the four Elemental Forges that Kael and his companions must unlock.

Ashen Wastes: A desolate region, home to dangerous creatures and corrupted elemental magic. The final destination in Kael's journey, where the ultimate confrontation takes place.

Windfall Forest: A mystical forest filled with ancient trees and hidden magic. This is where Kael first learns about his heritage as an Elementalist.

Stormsoul Peaks: Majestic Mountain ranges where powerful storms surge and the secrets of ancient Elementalists are said to be hidden.

Tidal Abyss: A mysterious sea with shifting tides and hidden island sanctuaries that are home to water-based elemental powers and artifacts.

A Quiet Village, A Restless Soul

The village of Emberlyn lay nestled in a valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, blending with the morning mist that clung to the rooftops like a protective shroud. Life in Emberlyn was simple, predictable, and for most, content. But for Kael, it was suffocating.

Kael was an apprentice to his uncle Baren, the village blacksmith. From dawn till dusk, he worked in the forge, shaping horseshoes, farming tools, and the occasional sword for traveling merchants or local guards. He had a natural talent for the craft—his hands seemed to know the rhythm of the hammer and the anvil as if guided by some unseen force. Yet, it wasn’t enough.

The forge’s heat never bothered Kael; in fact, he felt at home near the roaring flames. The fire seemed to respond to him in ways it shouldn’t. When his concentration peaked, the flames flared brighter, hotter, as though mirroring his emotions. Water hissed and danced unpredictably when he quenched metal, and the wind always seemed to pick up when he stepped outside the forge. These occurrences unsettled him, but he dared not speak of them. What would the villagers say if they knew?

That morning, as the sun peeked over the hills, Kael stood outside the forge, wiping soot from his hands onto his apron. He gazed at the distant mountains, their snow-capped peaks glowing gold in the sunrise. He had always felt an urge to go beyond them, to see what lay on the other side.

Daydreaming again, boy?

Baren’s gruff voice snapped Kael back to reality. The older man, thickly built with arms like tree trunks, emerged from the forge carrying a half-finished plow.

Kael sighed. Just wondering what’s out there.

Baren chuckled, setting the plow on a workbench. Out there? Trouble, that’s what. You’d do well to keep your head down and focus on your work. The world has little use for dreamers.

Kael nodded absently, but his thoughts were far away.

As the day wore on, Kael worked the forge with his usual precision. Yet, as he hammered a piece of steel, something strange happened. A gust of wind swept through the forge, making the flames leap higher than he had ever seen. Startled, he stepped back, his heart pounding. The piece of steel he had been working on glowed faintly, not red-hot but with an eerie bluish hue.

Baren stormed in. What in the blazes—Kael, what did you do?

I… I don’t know, Kael stammered. The wind—it just—

Baren squinted at