Jiang Yu's behavior showed that he had no intention of sparing anyone's feelings... Of course, he really hadn't listened carefully to that myth, either.
Sunday stood where he was in silence, then finally sighed.
"Never mind. In the end, it was merely an insignificant episode in galactic history. It does not matter. What matters is where this great river will flow from here...
"You have arrived at just the right time. The Charmony Festival is about to begin. It would be a terrible shame if any of you were absent from the prelude to Harmony (Order).
"Allow me to welcome you once more-welcome to the Penacony Grand Theater-the center of the Dreamscape, the site of the Stellaron, the ultimate stage of the Charmony Festival... and... the place where we will fight to the death to decide Penacony's fate."
"Ha... a duel!" Jiang Yu laughed, resting the Black Cleave on his shoulder, his expression brimming with confidence. "We should've gotten to the fighting ages ago."
Fine cracks appeared across Jiang Yu's body. Within those tiny fissures, faint purple starlight gathered into rivers, as though something indescribable-an aura, an influence...?-had settled over the boy in an instant.
At the same time, the surface of the Black Cleave and part of the ground beneath Jiang Yu's feet underwent the same change.
Sunday frowned. He could not quite understand what had changed about Jiang Yu, but he could vaguely sense the diverse yet inexplicably harmonious powers entwined around the boy.
Miraculously, powers from different Paths did not clash within him in the slightest.
"Why challenge us to a duel now?" Stelle asked, glancing at Little Fish, who was already itching for a fight.
Her first instinct had actually been to say they should protect the enemy Sunday.
"Because our goals are the same, and