Seven Star Sword

In the ancient legends of Asca Island, the Seven Star Sword originated from a royal power struggle thousands of years ago, sparked when three princes fell in love with the same witch.

That battle directly led to the untimely deaths of countless soldiers and civilians, causing the kingdom to collapse in a very short period of time.

At that time, the entire kingdom was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river. At the height of the war, a strange omen appeared in the sky: a blood moon hung overhead.

Amidst the endless blood and death, the wicked cursed blade—the Seven Star Sword—was born.

Later, the surviving witch used three Jewels to create a barrier to seal this cursed blade.

Thousands of years later, the blood moon has once again shrouded Asca Island.

This change instantly awakened the elderly witch of this generation. She hurriedly gathered the villagers, made preparations, and took the three Jewels passed down through the ages to the altar.

Under the orders of the highly respected witch, the group split into four paths. They carried the three Jewels to the three giant towers, while the witch prepared to cast the barrier, ready to seal the Seven Star Sword at any moment.

The elderly witch was carried by the strong young men of the village, and they soon arrived at the area where the ruins were located.

However, after everyone climbed onto the altar, the witch's expression gradually softened.

Behind her, the group of young men looked at the Seven Star Sword, which was emitting a ghostly green light, with expressions of shock; some even looked at the sword with a look of intoxication.

The Seven Star Sword, shimmering with a ghostly green light, still lay quietly on the altar, with no signs of human activity around it.

"Thank goodness," the old witch let out a long sigh of relief.

"There were no accidents during this blood moon."

The old witch's expression relaxed; the fact that the Seven Star Sword had not caused any trouble during the most terrifying moment of the blood moon was the best possible outcome.

Every anomaly in history had been a tragedy caused by swordsmen who heard the legends and, overestimating their own abilities, removed the Seven Star Sword.

But this time, fortunately, no accidents occurred.

Soon, the witch shook her head, casting her chaotic thoughts to the back of her mind. She strode out of the altar, looking toward the distant giant towers to see if the preparations had been completed.

Once the setup was finished, this blood moon could be safely weathered.

However, the moment she left, a young man who was seeing the Seven Star Sword for the first time took advantage of the others' distraction and stepped onto the altar.

By the time someone noticed, the young man had already curiously reached out to touch the hilt.

In an instant, the young man's eyes turned scarlet, and his face became hideous.

Seeing this, the others felt that something was wrong.

They instinctively backed away, preparing to seek help from the highly respected witch outside. However, their movements caught the attention of the young man, who was now controlled by the Seven Star Sword.

In the dim space, the flickering figure turned its head, its eyes—radiating an ominous hue—reflected in the eyes of the crowd.

The next moment, a shrill, miserable scream erupted from the altar.

"Argh!!"

Hearing this, the Witch's expression changed drastically. She turned quickly and stepped into the altar.

However, it was already too late.

The dim altar was already stained red with blood, and mangled pieces of flesh lay scattered across the ground.

In the very center of the severed limbs and broken bodies, a figure holding a Seven Star Sword stood silently, gazing at the elderly Witch with an expressionless face.

The ominous aura and thick scent of blood rushing toward her made the Witch instinctively recoil. But soon, she regained her composure.

Because the arrangement of the three giant towers was nearing completion, the power of the Seven Star Sword would be greatly weakened.

Just then, the villagers who had rushed over upon hearing the screams saw the horrific scene on the altar. Their faces turned pale, and they began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yet, they did not forget to pull the highly respected old Witch away, shielding her behind them.

Soon, over thirty villagers clutching various farm tools stepped forward, trembling, prepared to subdue the crazed youth.

Seeing this, the Witch's eyes widened in horror. She broke free from the villagers' support and instinctively shouted, "Don't go over there! You don't understand its power."

At that exact moment, the youth wreathed in an ominous aura slowly walked out of the altar. Under the gaze of everyone present, he raised the Seven Star Sword, which shimmered with a ghostly green light.

The green radiance bloomed, reflecting in everyone's eyes.

The ominous power of the cursed blade instantly eroded their minds, taking control of them.

Following this, the thirty-plus people turned in unison to face the rest of the villagers, revealing pupils glowing with a ghostly green light.

"This is disastrous..." The white-haired old Witch felt a sense of despair. In this situation, even if they succeeded in resealing the Seven Star Sword, there was no possibility that she or the villagers on this side would survive.

The villagers behind her were stunned at the sight, instinctively calling out the names of their family members.

"Hey, you brat, stop trying to scare me!"

"Zagu!! What are you doing!"

Seeing that their family members did not respond, they even tried to step forward to pull them back.

"No, don't go over there!"

The Witch tried to step forward to stop them, but the villagers, having lost their reason, paid no heed to the usually respected Witch.

They pushed the Witch aside and walked forward to meet their own kin.

However, what awaited them was not the warm embrace they had known, but cold, sharp blades.

The old witch closed her eyes in despair, unwilling to witness the scene of kin turning against kin.

However, events took a turn that far exceeded the witch's expectations.

A bone-chilling cold spread from an unknown source, whipping up a freezing gale that swept over everyone present.

The sudden change caused the old witch to instinctively open her eyes.

She saw frost covering the altar; it was as if midwinter had descended in an instant. The biting ice spread out, resembling blood-colored crystals embedded in the earth under the light of the blood moon.

Dangerous, yet incredibly mesmerizing.

Soon, many villagers looked at the humanoid ice sculptures—who had been moments away from swinging their blades at them—and were left at a loss for what to do.

"Thump..." A heavy footstep rang out.

Immediately after, the sound of snapping branches and crashing trees echoed from the nearby jungle.

It was as if a prehistoric behemoth was patrolling, plowing a wide path through the forest.

Following that, a giant palm tipped with five sharp blades emerged from the woods, slicing through several large trees as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Accompanied by shrill, mournful creaks, the trees collapsed, kicking up a cloud of snow that blanketed the area for dozens of meters.

Under the illumination of the blood moon, a massive black silhouette with hideous antlers loomed in and out of sight, a pair of scarlet lights flickering from within the swirling snow.

An invisible ripple swept across the area, causing the hearts of all the villagers to race and their teeth to chatter in terror.

One disaster had barely subsided before another arose.

However, before the villagers or the witch had time to react, two crisp sets of footsteps rang out from within the drifting snow.

Next, two slender figures, one tall and one short, both carrying backpacks, stepped out from the haze.

"Is that the Seven Star Sword in that person's hand?" A crisp, girlish voice rang out, echoing through the ruins.

The next moment, another female voice answered her question.

"It should be."