Spirit Breath City.
The sky was illuminated by a distant light, deathly white interwoven with blood red, that suddenly flared and then died away.
Despite the distance, every member of the Spirit Breath Race in the city felt their heart jolt.
Before long, a War Sacrificer delivered a momentous announcement to all the Spirit Breath people: the Soul Lamps of the Seven Thrones had gone out... they had fallen.
The news struck like thunder, exploding in the heart of every Spirit Breath citizen.
Shock, disbelief, grief... emotions swept through all of Spirit Breath City like a tsunami.
To the people in the city, the seven kings were living epics of the Spirit Breath Race.
Their growth spanned the entire history of the Spirit Breath Race, from insignificance to its rise.
In the initial desperation of their world's depleted resources, they had led their people in tearing through the World Barrier, ushering in an era of plunder across worlds.
Through countless brutal wars, they had also cleared the way for their race, overcoming one difficulty after another.
They were also the pioneers who had guided the development of life-parasitism technology, establishing the Memory Pouch model as the foundation for the Spirit Breath Race's development.
Later, they had even created the Super Beast Legion that swept through multiple Minor Worlds, setting a clear direction for the future growth of the Spirit Breath Race's warfare system.
In the eyes of the Spirit Breath people, they were eternal leaders, embodiments of their race's refusal to accept desperation and its unyielding will.
The road they had traveled was the history of the Spirit Breath Race.
Now, the pages of that epic had slammed shut.
The news even left many members of the Spirit Breath Race at a loss.
Even when they had arrived in the