Chapter 47: March of the Four: The Alliance of Calamities
The skies above the Kilvish Clan trembled beneath the weight of war.
A vast armada of flying battleships pierced through the darkened clouds, their hulls etched with ancient runes and war banners fluttering in the stormwinds. Swarms of Primordial Beasts soared beside them, majestic Sea Realm creatures that had once inspired myths across the Azure Sky Continent.
A magnificent seven-colored peacock trailed shimmering feathers that sparkled like falling stars, while a crimson Red Flamingo streaked across the sky in a blaze of flame, its wings stretching wider than temple rooftops. Onboard the beasts and ships flew the banners of power: the Jeral Clan, the Storm Clan, the Thunder Spear Sect, and the Spirit Beast Hall.
Four of the Nine Giants had arrived as one.
The Jeral Clan’s twin-moon banner, fluttering like a promise of ruin.
The Storm Clan’s lightning-wreathed standard, crackling with unrestrained power.
The Thunder Spear Sect’s silver pennant, sharp as the weapon it represented.
The Spirit Beast Hall’s emerald crest, stitched with the silhouettes of primordial beasts.
On the shattered ground of the Kilvish estate, the clan’s remaining cultivators looked to the sky with despair clawing at their hearts. Many fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the immensity of the alliance above them.
"This... is this the end?" whispered one of the wounded disciples, his voice cracking like dry leaves in the wind.
From his vantage atop the broken tower, Mirror Immortal gazed at the incoming fleet with cold detachment. His eyes, clear as polished crystal, reflected no fear, only quiet expectation. His long silver hair billowed in the wind as he folded his hands behind his back.