Perhaps, from a mortal's perspective, so-called Legends were already the most unrivaled pinnacle of all living beings? Legendary powerhouses could turn clouds with a wave of the hand and summon rain with another; even the aftermath of their battles could easily destroy an entire plane and slaughter every living creature upon it. Legends altered Laws, traversed space, and traveled effortlessly from one end of the universe to the other. The physical laws regarded as truth by most people were like soft clay in their hands, molded however they pleased. Even time's surging torrent could do nothing to a Legendary powerhouse.
But in truth, so-called "Legend" was still only a beginning. In this Island Era, where the River of Fate stirred up waves, the shadow of the Dark Forest enveloped the entire Multiverse. Ordinary Legends could only tremble in unknown darkness, holding their breath, while Morning Star and even Bright Moon Professionals had no choice but to fret over scarce resources...
The world's cruelty was truly laid bare. Even those at the pinnacle of the Blazing Sun Throne had to contend with the trouble of being "named." After all, who among the countless living beings could embrace true freedom? And did so-called "power" truly have an end?
It was a terrifying unknown, but also a sweet adventure. Everyone who set out to explore the unknown was destined to bear the loneliness of the "known" and the indifference of darkness. No one knew what could ultimately be found upon that road filled with oblivion and the "unknown."
Who could be certain that a life spanning hundreds of millions of years was more worth pursuing than a mortal's fleeting cry? Who could be certain that bewilderment and ignorance were not a profound kind of happiness?
Unfathomable, inconceivable, immeasurable... Perhaps such an "unknown" was