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

In the moment their eyes met, Weyges drew his sword.


The half-blade in his hand was three feet and two inches long, with a hilt-like hammer, bone carvings of beasts, and a tip made of heavy iron, which was slightly unbalanced towards the end, yet particularly suitable for swinging and slashing.


The moment he drew his sword, there wasn't even a trace of a shadow to be seen, only the awareness of a silvery arc cutting through the air and dust—and even the friction in the air caused visible shockwaves to ripple outward.


This sonic-speed sword strike had the power to split the fortified enamel armor of a knight and disembowel a magical beast several meters high with a single blow. It could kill a giant wild boar capable of easily toppling a house, a clear proof that Weyges's swordsmanship and physical fitness were approaching that of a Great Knight.


But this nearly instinctive, utterly unrestrained strike was blocked by another longsword that was devoid of any blade.


Chapter 114: The Legacy of the Black King (1/4)