The myriad shadows belonged to the moon, and a thousand lives were born of autumn.
Amid the glowing firefly-like lights, a large ship emerged from the night, gliding silently across the rippling water. Before it reached the shore, Morning Star Magus seemed to rise into the air out of nowhere, soaring four or five meters high before landing lightly on the ship's deck.
Such mastery of movement techniques was truly astonishing.
The gathered crowd couldn't help but marvel.
Though they all displayed their own techniques to board the ship, none matched Morning Star Magus's effortless flight. Most had to leap or use the ship's structure for support.