Ni Nation, early May, three o’clock in the morning.0

High above the desert, riding wind, two figures cut through the night sky. The first, a girl with gray-purple hair and an eyepatch, wore a witch's cape and carried a heavy suitcase. In her arms, she held another girl with a short ponytail dressed in a gray sweater—Nainai and Liao Liao, soaring toward the vast landscape ahead.0

Green, white, red, and golden lights danced across their faces as if celestials themselves were locked in combat a kilometer away. Pale lightning cut through the deep night sky. Cyan blade aura tore the darkness. Red flames threatened to ignite heaven and earth. Golden lotuses bloomed across the desert.0

Amid the grand fireworks of energy, two figures engaged, pursued, collided, and tangled with each other like two...0