Starport City – Gates of the western Pearl"Young master, why didn't we just enter through the back of the sect instead of coming all the way through the city gates?" Venak asked, glancing sideways.Oasis stood still, his azure eyes trailing over the sprawling city before them. Starport, the western jewel of Lunaris, stretched out with glistening white stone roads and buildings painted in seafoam hues. The salty breeze from the nearby ocean danced through the city, carrying the scent of brine, spices, and blooming waterlotus flowers that lined the avenues. From the towering lighthouse in the harbor to the majestic bridges spanning crystalline canals, Starport glowed with vibrant life.“I can never get used to this,” Oasis murmured, smiling softly. “This city is beautiful.”Clad in a sleek black robe embroidered with silver threads, the Lunaris sect insignia shimmered faintly at his chest. His dark messy beast like hair fell freely, brushing his shoulders. At his waist, his sword

Oasis and Venak entered the grand hall of the Lunaris Sect’s Starport branch. The main building was a palace of moonlit splendor, its walls adorned with ethereal murals of ancient wolf spirits and celestial beasts locked in eternal dance across the painted heavens. A soft, calming scent of jasmine and sandalwood lingered in the air, rising from delicate incense burners shaped like crescent moons. The two young men were led to sit upon silken cushions embroidered with silver thread in the shape of howling wolves. In front of them, a low table of obsidian-black wood held a delicate tea set; steam curled from the jade cups, the golden tea glimmering with faintly visible mana essence. Surrounding the hall stood a retinue of female guards, each one breathtaking in both form and presence. Their flowing silver robes shimmered with near-transparency under the soft glow of enchanted lanterns, veiling yet emphasizing their toned forms. Beneath the sheer outer robe, solid blue battle-

The harbor of Starport stirred with early morning life—gulls crying overhead, the scent of brine thick in the air, and the creaking of wooden ships bobbing gently in the sapphire-blue water. The sun had just breached the horizon, spilling golden light over the bustling port as merchants prepared for trade, sailors hauled cargo, and guards patrolled with practiced eyes.Near the end of the harbor stood Oasis Volacris, crouched with quiet grace, his fingers trailing against the weather-worn pier. Beside him, Venak leaned with casual ease against a nearby post, softly whistling an aimless tune as his eyes tracked the waking harbor.“Why are they taking time?” Oasis asked, his voice steady as his eyes scanned the path leading down to the docks.“Why did you choose them to accompany us, young master?” Venak asked, his tone unreadable but curious.“To make acquaintance… and friendship,” Oasis answered, his voice calm as ever.“Huh. I don’t find you to be the kind of person,” Venak respond

The ocean stretched endlessly beneath a canopy of stars, the moon casting its pale glow over gently cresting waves. The ship glided across the dark waters, its sails filled with a steady wind, whispering like ancient lullabies.The scent of brine hung in the cool night air, mingling with the rhythmic creak of wood and the occasional call of a distant seabird. Lanterns hung from the ship’s sides swayed softly, their golden light dancing across the polished deck in wavering patterns. The atmosphere was tranquil, almost sacred—the sort of calm that cloaked danger or deep thought.Near the prow, Oasis sat cross-legged in the lotus position, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as though peering beyond the night itself. The moonlight outlined his silhouette sharply, wind teasing strands of his dark hair, his breathing slow and even. The ship cut silently across the water, yet his mind stirred with echoes of the past."Mmh… why was I even recalling the previous five years?" Oasis thought

Later…The orange sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting long streaks of crimson and violet across the ocean sky. The ship cut across darkening waves with a steady hum, the sails catching the cold wind that swept in from the eastern waters. Standing at the prow of the ship, Oasis and the five others faced forward, their silhouettes still against the roaring sea breeze. A stormy gray hue cloaked the clouds above, and the air had a bite of salt and tension—as if the ocean held its breath.Beyond the thinning mist, an island came into view—its jagged cliffs were framed in shadow, and black trees stretched like skeletal fingers toward the sky. Something about the place radiated malevolence.Suddenly, Oasis’s aura began to pulse. First subtle, with flickering hues dancing like fireflies, then fierce—waves of cyan light shimmered around him as embers ignited midair, flashing like the breath of a dormant phoenix awakening. His smirk deepened, and heat began to radiate from his body in