In a remote town dozens of kilometers from Sunstone, a burst of maniacal laughter suddenly rang out.
Carried by a magnificent surge of Power, a figure shot into the air. Like a great roc spreading its wings, he soared away, stepping from treetop to treetop.
"Hahaha... I've broken through..."
Branches swayed, and birds and beasts scattered in alarm. The sound of his voice was deafening.
He felt as if he could perceive the life trajectory of all things.
From the beating of a heart and the flowing of blood to the shifting of mountains and rivers and the turning of the stars, it was as if the entirety of existence was laid bare before him.
'Is this the Great Martial King Realm? To transcend the self and reach the True Self?'
"Not bad..."
A familiar voice drifted from the depths of the forest.
There, seated peacefully on a large boulder in the middle of a stream, was a figure clad in black.
He wore a silver mask and was cloaked in black from head to toe.
Powerful, mysterious...
