By then, it was already night. The velvet darkness had settled completely over the ocean, broken only by starlight and the occasional flash of bioluminescent sea creatures far below.The cavalcade of Titanium spirit ships was traveling fast, at a speed tens of times faster than the average spirit ship. Their passage left trails of disturbed qi in the air, glowing faintly before fading into the darkness.The view of the horizon above the Ocean of the Nine Gods now looked extremely eerie. The natural beauty of the night sky was overshadowed by the unnatural procession that cut through it.Bathed in moonlight and stars, the cavalcade of Titanium ships moved very quickly towards the West. The silver light caught on their metal hulls, creating an otherworldly glow that marked their passage through the night.They looked like a group of huge celestial beings marching through the sky. Their massive forms blotted out the stars behind them, creating moving voids in the tapestry of the night.T

Even his face changed as if he had become another person. The features shifted and reformed, cheekbones rising and jaw widening to approximate Thessul physiognomy.Even now Mizusawa looks like he has small horns - not big like the two Thessul races earlier. The protrusions emerged from his forehead, the final touch to complete his disguise.On the handrail of the ship on the lower floor, Mizusawa looked at himself. His reflection in a polished section of metal showed a completely different being than the one who had climbed aboard minutes earlier."A very perfect disguise. I have mastered all the Sunset Sect's disguise techniques in vain!" Pride colored his words, the satisfaction of a master craftsman admiring his own work.He then closed the helmet on his head, making his face incognito. The metal faceplate slid into place with a soft click, completing the transformation from human assassin to Thessul guard.Mizusawa even changed his voice to be lower, to sound similar to the way th

The know-it-all guard laughed coldly, the sound like ice cracking on a frozen lake. His eyes held the gleam of one who savors the power of forbidden knowledge."No! We're not heading for that damned Silver Filter Continent," he declared with certainty. "We're moving to the Almaria Continent, a foreign land shrouded in mystery!"His voice dropped lower, barely audible even in the silence. "There is something waiting for the King's Son there! Something of great importance that has changed our course."The guard's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the shadows around them. "It remains unknown why our troops are now targeting the Alamria Continent for war, instead of the Silver Screening Continent again!"The shock wasn't limited to Thessul's innocent bodyguard standing below. The two winged figures attached to the ship's loft both grew agitated, their disciplined stillness momentarily broken.They unconsciously shifted position, producing a sound no louder than a falling leaf. Yet in the sile

The rocky desert stretched endlessly like a forgotten battlefield of ancient gods. Only the wind blew fiercely across the barren landscape, scattering dust and tiny fragments of stone that glittered like fallen stars in the harsh sunlight.The powerful gusts forced travelers to shield their eyes, lest foreign objects—small grains of sand sharp as needles—enter and blind them temporarily. The howling wind carried whispers of countless battles fought on this sacred ground.There was no soul to be seen across the vast expanse of desolation. It was known throughout the realm as a battlefield, an arena of slaughter between two mighty kingdoms, Vellenor and Udristan.The earth itself seemed to remember the blood spilled upon it, refusing to nurture new life where so many had fallen. Sometimes, if fortune smiled upon you, you would find iron jewelry or fragments of armor that had been worn by valiant soldiers who had fought and perished there.These relics of war, tarnished by time and eleme

All the magnificent beasts looked elegant and fearsome with their wide wings spread out majestically. The wingspan of each horse was more than three times the length of the war horses themselves, feathers black as midnight yet edged with silver that caught what little light remained.A man clad in bright blue armor that seemed to capture the essence of the sky itself commanded attention at the front of this impressive formation. His armor was complete with an ornate mask—a helmet covering his face, its color matching the purest midday sky when no clouds dare show themselves.He looked imposing beyond words as he led the cavalry with absolute authority. The commander appeared dashing and formidable as he held a long sword with practiced ease—its color a sparkling silver that seemed to contain starlight within its blade.The weapon hummed with power, occasionally releasing small arcs of energy that danced along its length like lightning. He appeared to be the undisputed leader of the ca