Gloomy Sky Hidden God

The first star that passed away extinguished two thousand years ago.
Four hundred years later, the mysterious Calamity of Heavenly Fall destroyed the civilization of the previous era, returning thriving cultures to ignorance.
Since then, stars gradually vanished, the Firmament grew dark and dim, and a new civilization rose from the starless wilderness, flourishing once more.
Yet, what accompanied this were war, death, destruction, and hatred.
The flames once aimed at the Firmament were used to slaughter the people of enemy nations, and the raining clouds once engineered to alter deserts were turned into floods that engulfed the land.
Humans once again began to kill each other for wealth and power... but no one looked up at the sky.
They lost the Guidance of the stars Above the Sky, forgetting the awe of gazing upon the Milky Way.
They were all prisoners.
One thousand six hundred years after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, a young child awakened memories of his past life.
He wanted to break the Cage, to throw off the shackles.
He wanted to become a star.
To return to Above the Sky.
"I don't care about how the people of this world live, whether they're well-fed or not, whether they can dress warmly or live comfortably, whether they have dreams or hopes. I don't care about their loves and hates."
"I just want to go Above the Sky."
——Ian.

Above The Sky

"The child named Ian has awakened his Spirit Energy, hasn't he?"


Though the sentence was phrased as a question, the viscount's tone was one of certainty, "Elder Prude, this is my city. You couldn't possibly hide it from me."


The old man furrowed his brow slightly, turned around, and wanted to explain, "The child said so himself, I haven't had the time to confirm it yet..."


Viscount Grant raised his hand, signaling the other to stop speaking, "You and I both know that's an excuse. How many years have we been working together? Is there really a need for these word games?"


"I had you stay today just to talk about one thing."


Sitting back in his chair, the man shook his head slightly, "Whether it's you Chalk People or the Crimson Sand People like Lamar, or we of the Iron and Gold People, are fundamentally one and the same, all of us Plains People, those below the Ridge."


Chapter 58: Omen of Change