The Man and Zagu

On clear, cloudless days, even in broad daylight, the ring-shaped structure floating above the dome could be seen from Moblado's surface through the thick atmosphere. From down here, obscured by the immense distance and cloud cover, the star ring had lost much of its grand, awe-inspiring presence, replaced by a hazy sense of illusion, as though it were half-real and half-imagined. Like Angel's Ring shining down from another world beyond the edge of the sky, that halo of faint silver-gray light appeared mysterious and eternal against the clear heavens.

No one could have imagined that eighty percent of the countless Sacred Relics on that ring were actually Ancient Weapons capable of destroying the world. Even the most learned scholars could only rely on speculation and vaguely plausible philosophy to explain the star ring's true purpose—such as the gods using it to supplement nighttime illumination... Though they did not know the truth, Moblado's natives had worshipped the star ring as their most sacred holy object for generations, striving to uncover the secrets beneath its mysterious shell—though many religious extremists considered that utterly blasphemous, and not a single scientist on Moblado had yet managed to pry even one armor plate off the star ring without resorting to violence.

Compared with the dilapidated Sacred Relics on the planet, which anyone could enter freely with either a religious permit or enough nerve, the intact and fully operational star ring clearly did not allow ordinary people without sufficient authorization to access it. Still, for unknown reasons, we had never heard from Milia that the star ring had ever attacked the world below.

Seven Trillion came to a smooth stop in front of a large house Milia had pointed out. Several pedestrians in the distance curiously glanced at the postmodern vehicle, but soon adopted expressions of