The cheers for the Aerocraft's maiden flight still echoed in Alaric's ears, a triumphant symphony momentarily drowning out the discord of Eldoria's growing pains. The Fairmont Flyer, gleaming with polished dwarven steel and shimmering with interwoven runes of wind and levitation, was a testament to his vision. It was proof that magic and technology could not only coexist but create wonders beyond imagination. But the afterglow of success couldn't mask the growing unease that had settled in his stomach, a chilling premonition amplified by the grim discovery of the ancient scroll.