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 clouds gathered like a churning black sea above the South Ridge coastline, as the icy sea breeze swiftly brought torrential rains. The floating rainwater in the sky appeared as a shaken curtain, expanding and changing shape with the wind.


Due to the terrain, the rainwater in the coastal forests converged into temporary streams, forming trickles that flowed into the sandy tidal flats. With the temperatures hovering around freezing, even the most industrious Terra People preferred to stay indoors and stare blankly at their firepots.


Yet, there were two figures training on the deserted beach.


"Only five hits out of ten tries, one short of passing. Again!"


In the pouring rain, Hiliard's gray-brown eyes were fixed on the blindfolded child in front of him. The white-haired boy had a serious expression, his eyes covered with a black cloth, and his body bore many marks of sand being pelted against it.


Chapter 98 Seaside Training