You'd better give me an explanation later!

No one spoke. No one ran. No one was afraid. They only stood there, heads tilted back, mouths open, watching those clusters of light explode in the sky, watching those cracks spread through the air, watching fragments of starlight drift down from above.

A young Star Demon Clan warrior stood at the edge of the square, his orange-red hair blown back by the shockwave, the silver Star Mark on his forehead gleaming under the starlight. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms, blood seeping through the gaps between his fingers, but his eyes stared unblinking at the sky.

"To witness a battle like this... even if I die, it was worth the price of admission!!!"

His voice echoed across the empty square, carrying a heartfelt, undisguised fervor. His eyes were full of tears—because he was stirred, because he was moved, because he had never imagined he would be able to see a battle like this with his own eyes.

His words spoke the inner thoughts of these fanatical, obsessed members of the Star Demon Clan.

The Star Demon Clan was born obsessed with Star Power. Longing for the starry sky flowed in their blood, and worship of starlight was carved into their souls.

The trajectory of every star, the shifts in brightness of every streak of light, the frequency of every flicker of starlight—all of it was worthy of a lifetime of study and contemplation.

But they had never seen starlight used like this.

It was not the chanting of magic, not the construction of a formation, not the deduction of prophecy, but the fusion of starlight into one's own body, then blasting that starlight out with one's own fists. Crude, direct, unreasonable, without any technique to speak of—yet that power made