At this point, the Turan Civilization had completed the first stage of its outward transformation.
Yet the Turan Civilization of this time still retained much of the spiritual core it had brought from its Homeworld.
No matter what their outward forms became, the Turan People still believed in civilization, in their compatriots, in the strength of standing united against a common enemy. They believed that the Civilization Fire required everyone's efforts to protect together, and that no matter when or where they encountered perilous circumstances, they could safely entrust their backs to their compatriots.
As Hope crossed the sea of stars, the noble spirit of countless martyrs—united as one, gathering strength into a fortress, charging forward wave after wave, and never ceasing until death—shone like a beacon, guiding the Turan People onward.
If only this beacon could shine forever.
Even if their appearances turned into those of savage beasts.
The Turan Civilization might still have endured in an entirely new way, as people believed it could, and won the final victory in the Survival War.
However...
A deeper second stage of transformation, one involving the mind and spirit, began.
The Turan Civilization, which had been singing triumphantly through the Monster War and winning battle after battle, was once more pushed to the edge of a cliff by fate's treacherous twists and turns.
No, it was not the Totem Beasts.
By then, the Totem Beasts had already lost the ability to launch an all-out assault and destroy the Turan Civilization.
They had changed from a "threat" into a "nuisance."
They had even changed from a "nuisance" into targets for the Turan People to hunt, cultivate themselves through, entertain themselves with, and gather raw materials from.
The Monster War would end within three to five years.
The Turan Civilization was about to