Suddenly, the sky above the Salt Sea grew dark, like an ancient demon spreading its wings across the heavens. The sound of thunder rumbled above with the fury of celestial war drums, adding to the already terrifying atmosphere that seemed to press down upon mortal souls.Gyiho, the captain of the weathered fishing boat, had resigned himself to death with the acceptance of a warrior facing his final battle. His calloused hands, stained by years of hauling nets under scorching suns, trembled slightly as he gazed into the abyss.He and the remaining crew members stood bowed on the blood-stained deck, their eyes closed like monks in final meditation as they recited a prayer aloud. Their voices rose desperately to the heavens, begging the gods for forgiveness so that in their next reincarnation, they would not be born as creatures lower than they were now.In such a critical moment, with no desire to live burning in their hearts, Gyiho looked up at the storm-darkened sky and still hoped. E

The youth seemed to be floating through the air, like someone blessed with the ancient art of flight. His movements possessed a fluid grace that spoke of years training in the mystical arts of the cultivation world."Flying through the heavens? That's impossible by all known laws. Is he a half-immortal blessed by the Jade Emperor?" Admiral Yaiken whispered in disbelief, his voice barely audible above his thundering heartbeat. Cold sweat began to bead on his previously confident brow.The young warrior waved his hand with practiced precision, and a large mystical net appeared from nowhere and caught the fireball. The net glowed with protective runes that seemed to pulse with ancient power, speaking of techniques beyond mortal comprehension.SUIIT!The whistling sound could be heard all the way to the Udristan ship in the middle of the sea. They stared in complete disbelief as the fireball stopped moving, held captive by forces they could not understand. Then, with growing horror, Admir

At that time, in the Salt Sea at the border between the two kingdoms, Vellenor and Udristan, on a ship rocked by violent waves, two figures stood on the blood-stained deck with the intention of killing each other. Their murderous auras clashed in the air like invisible dragons wrestling for dominance, thick enough to make the very atmosphere tremble with supernatural tension.The man was dressed in Navy military attire adorned with golden epaulets that caught the dying sunlight. Admiral Yaiken, who had drawn his ceremonial sword forged in the royal armories, its blade singing with barely contained bloodlust. His opponent was a young woman who was Nevertary Roh, the Assassin, and the loyal servant of the Noble Enchanter Vellenor, her presence radiating the deadly grace of a predator born from shadows.Nevertary made a spinning motion with the twin daggers in her hands, the blades whistling through the salt-laden air. Her face was fierce like a tigress protecting her territory, and she

The three figures leaped forward with coordinated precision, like tigers about to pounce on helpless prey. Nevertary chuckled with grim satisfaction, her assassin training immediately recognizing the illusion technique. She spun her short sword in a complex pattern and her form disappeared like mist dispersed by morning wind.Surprisingly, Nevertary appeared behind one of Vespera's forms with the silent grace of death itself. Then her mystical short sword slashed at the back of the floating Vespera figure, seeking to end the deception with a single decisive strike.WUSH! Smoke billowed as the fake Vespera vanished into insubstantial vapor that dissipated on the salt breeze."Haha. It's far too easy to tell which one is fake when you've trained in the shadow arts!" Nevertary laughed as she lunged toward another Vespera figure. The real Vespera had just set foot on the deck, her face showing the first signs of genuine concern for her safety.The time caster raised her mystical staff hig

The spirit of Castor was frozen in place, unable to move when locked in the Enchanter's paralyzing spell. Then the golden fire began burning her immortal soul with the intensity of a thousand suns, each flame purifying her essence of accumulated darkness and malevolent energy."Just kill me quickly and end this torment! Don't torture me like this with divine fire!" Vespera's voice sounded filled with hatred and desperate agony. Her words echoed across the Salt Sea like a lament for all the sins she had committed throughout her long existence.Unfortunately, Enchanter Vellenor only stared coldly with eyes that held the depth of ancient wisdom. He spoke in a voice like ice water poured onto burning embers, each word carrying the finality of absolute judgment."You said I was afraid to hurt you, challenging my resolve! You declared that Enchanter Udristan would avenge your pathetic death!" His voice carried the authority of mountains and the patience of eternal stones.The Enchanter's ey