The Final Battle I: The Curtain Rises

The sky was gray and murky, blood-colored Cloud Layers seeming to have been stained with blood as a drizzling rain of blood fell.

The air, too, carried the stench of blood.

An ancient battlefield lay before them, with a Battlefield Altar at its center, covered in marks from blades and axes, as well as lingering bloodstains—a sight too ghastly to behold.

Distorted phantasms of light and soul told of the wars that had taken place in ages past.

Merely allowing their information to spread outside would contaminate any life-form too weak, turning it into a crazed shell stripped of consciousness.

Clad in a golden Wizard Robe, the tall figure extended his palm. Rainwater slid through the gaps between his fingers.

Wang Ya raised his head to look at the Battlefield Altar. Majestic, immense, carrying a rugged ancient aura—those were his first impressions.

Quite a few life-forms, like him, were surveying their surroundings.

Above each of their heads hovered a projected star.

Some were blue, some red, seemingly corresponding to the Star Cluster.

The star above Wang Ya's head was pitch-black.

The light emitted by the stars was largely similar, but some shone with exceptional brilliance.

They seemed to represent the time taken to become the King of Hundred Victories.

Without a doubt, the Black Radiance Star above Wang Ya's head was the most dazzling, gleaming with a peculiar radiance that illuminated the gray, chaotic sky.

As a result, many of the life-forms present turned their gazes toward him.

"Who is he? Why does he possess such splendor?"

"A new face—not one of the few familiar ones. Strange."

A Wizard Seed from a Near-Star Land faction frowned as he looked at Wang Ya. "The information I received contains no record of this life-form. I had never even heard of him before.