Little ones, charge!
The Clan Elders and the Wisemen gave the order!
The orderly seven concentric circles descended into chaos. The twisted beings fanatically surged toward the divine grace. The Clan Elders remained in place, directing the different squads, while the Wisemen subtly retreated, pulling their clansmen in front of them to guard against a counterattack from the unknown creature.
It had been this way for thousands of years.
The twisted beings had eyes only for the divine grace, with not an iota of reverence for the divine. They didn't even know what a god was. They only knew the Wisemen's prophecies, and that this great, ship-like treasure was a supreme treasure that could shake the universe!
Charge!
...
A hostile presence filled the air.
Shi Ming stood aboard his great ship, his gaze turning cold.
'A traveler just entering the Star Sea, and on my very first stop, I run into such unfriendly creatures?'
'This is the last straw.'
