As he flew through the skies above Dream Island, the gloom in Little Mage's heart gradually dissolved in the morning breeze brushing his face.
He turned sideways and looked down over the entire island beneath the morning sunlight spilling across the vast horizon.
The vibrant, flourishing scene filled his eyes, stirring countless feelings in his heart.
Veteran Players of their generation all knew that Dream Island had once been a barren, isolated island where no race was willing to settle.
Its original territory had been less than a tenth of its current size.
But under the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce's management and development, it had become the recognized central trading hub of dozens of surrounding seas.
Buildings rose one after another across the island, high-rises crowded the skyline, suspended transport light rails crisscrossed overhead, floating roadside billboards shimmered with light, and an endless stream of trade convoys shuttled back and forth amid the ceaseless bustle of crowds.
From a deserted island to a trading paradise where all races prospered together, all its flourishing prosperity had been built from nothing.
The Lord of Bliss's words still echoed in his ears.
Since past tragedies had already taken root, dwelling on them would only trap him. Only by looking toward the road ahead and establishing a new obsession could he find meaning in continuing onward.
And his road ahead was already clear: resurrect the Spirit Breath Race.
With his mind made up, Little Mage no longer lingered or hesitated.
His figure flickered repeatedly high in the sky. A series of sonic booms erupted as he tore through the morning clouds, then activated his Space Leap trait, transforming into a streak of intertwined purple-and-gold sword light that split the heavens and vanished above Dream Island in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared