A month had passed swiftly since the bounty ignited across the Venia Galaxy and the Nocturne Home Galaxy. The rewards—500 worlds and 500 billion mana stones—were too astronomical to ignore. Yet one question stumped every hunter, every faction, every ancient monster who took the contract: Who the hell was Ash Originat?
No clan by that name was known.... Not just that, no fate threads, no karma chains, no destiny lines could trace him.
Scrying failed.
Divinations returned void.
The only lead was a single captured image from his "gifts"—a young man of ridiculous beauty, white hair flowing, dual-hued eyes glinting with mischief, twelve wings of mixed radiance and void barely visible in the projection.
Other than that.... He was like a ghost.
A very dangerous, very wealthy ghost.
While the galaxies hunted, the eight Originat companions progressed in the Myriad World of Races it had been five months since they arrived... and their power had all increased drastically.
