“War is near.”0

At the top of a skyscraper on Blue Star, Karl gazed out over the endless azure sea stretching toward the horizon and let out a quiet sigh.0

Behind him, a female Blue Star native, barely half his height, wrapped her arms around his waist.0

Her name, pronounced in the Blue Star tongue, was Amy. She was Karl’s girlfriend, a living proof that love could truly transcend race and even aesthetics.0

By Klytheran standards, seeking a mate in Blue Star was unthinkable.0

Yet by some twist of fate and through Amy’s steadfast devotion, Karl had chosen her as his life partner.5

Amy, a Blue Star native whose life energy barely reached Rank Two, was the main reason Karl felt such deep sympathy for her people—enough to stand...0