Volume One, Chapter 34: The Arrival of the Seven Star Sword

Upon entering the cave, the first thing that caught his eye was the mysterious patterns and murals etched upon the stone walls.

He examined the murals as he descended the steps. Salamini obediently followed close behind, occasionally interjecting a word or two to ease her own awkwardness.

The deeper they went, the brighter the glint in Mistaki’s eyes became. The murals depicted scenes of the three water demons locked in battle, complete with locations and dates of the events.

Reaching the cave’s depths, Mistaki’s gaze was instantly drawn to the final mural. To his surprise, it depicted Noah himself, locked in fierce confrontation with the three grim water demons. Though only a mural, it emanated an unusually oppressive aura.

“At last, I’ve found it,” Mistaki murmured with a hint of a smile, turning his gaze to the ancient script beneath.

The Giant of Light, relying on the exhaustion of his own strength, sealed the three water demons one after another.

One after another? Could it be that the three water demons were not sealed together?

A thunderous rumble shook the cave violently as Mistaki pondered. A chunk of stone plummeted toward Salamini.

She screamed, frozen in terror.

“Careful!” Mistaki raised his hand hurriedly, firing a beam of light that pulverized the falling stone.

But his intervention caused the cave to collapse completely, a torrent of rocks tumbling down, threatening to bury them both.

“Damn it!” With no other choice, Mistaki donned his mask and transformed.

A dark flash streaked through the air, and in Salamini’s wide-eyed gaze, a giant hand appeared, enclosing her and carrying her swiftly out of the collapsing cave.

Torekia soared to ten thousand meters above the earth, overlooking the scene below.

Salamini, not yet recovered from her fright, was quickly drawn to the flashes of fire on the sea’s surface.

It looked like two fleets, their thunderous cannons roaring ceaselessly as battle raged fiercely.

“It’s my father and the others!” Salamini’s face turned deathly pale, and she spun around anxiously. “You promised me—you would help stop the war!”

Torekia glanced at her, unmoved.

A civil war among Nuok was none of his concern.

Salamini’s pupils contracted as she realized the warrior before her exuded a sinister aura entirely at odds with the legendary Light Warrior.

“You… who are you really?” she asked, trembling.

A piercing whistle sounded suddenly.

Salamini whipped around, only to see a massive missile streaking toward the Sirocco tribe’s ocean city.

A deafening explosion erupted, and flames billowed skyward like a mushroom cloud, engulfing the entire city.

Another missile arced upward—the Sirocco tribe’s retaliation, its target the Ghibli tribe’s ocean city.

As the mushroom cloud rose again, the city was enveloped in thick smoke.

Salamini’s gaze quivered violently, tears streaming down her face like a breached dam.

“Stop… please stop…”

She called out in despair, then glanced back at Torekia, meeting only his cold, chilling stare.

In that moment, she understood: Torekia was not an Ultra Warrior.

But now, only he could help her.

Salamini turned, kneeling in supplication. “Please… help me… I beg you…”

Her exquisite face was streaked with tears, deathly pale, as if she might faint at any moment.

In the face of such a tear-stained beauty, anyone would surely feel a surge of compassion and a desire to comfort her.

Yet, Torekia before her had a heart of stone.

After all, different races and genes—how could he be moved?

This time, Torekia didn’t even spare her a glance, quietly watching the battle below.

Yes, watching.

From his perspective, the war unfolding below was entirely reasonable.

On this planet, there was no threat from monsters, nor fear of invasion from other cosmic civilizations. In such tranquil circumstances, darkness inevitably takes root in the human heart.

Seeing Torekia remain unmoved, Salamini, in utter despair, gritted her teeth and leaped from his palm.

Ten thousand meters high—even with the sea below, such a fall meant certain death.

Was she so unable to accept reality that she sought oblivion?

Torekia calmly folded his hands behind his back, watching Salamini plummet, with no intention of rescue.

He was out of patience.

Even finding one seal was a challenge, let alone three.

So, he planned to watch the cruel war unfold, then destroy the planet to break the three seals and claim the power of water.

At that moment, seven fierce auras suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Torekia frowned slightly, raising his gaze.

They seemed to be seven figures, each standing atop a blade.

At first glance, they resembled immortals riding swords through the air, but their presence radiated a terrifying, star-level intensity.

The Seven-Star Swords.

As Torekia regarded them, Salamini plunged into the sea.

Strangely, she was unharmed.

Moreover, a new power seemed to envelop her, guiding her toward the ocean’s depths.

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If… if there were a threat as powerful as an Ultra Warrior, would the Ghibli and Sirocco tribes put aside their differences and unite against it…