The heavens shed no tears. The six moons in the sky began to draw closer to one another, the power of the storm grew even stronger, and the Titania had already vanished into the vast ocean, leaving only a tiny figure dodging the onslaught of the storm in midair.

Even relying on the power of the storm, his magical energy was rapidly depleting. It was terrifying—after more than forty years of magical research, this was the first time he had witnessed such immense power. Bolts of lightning slid past them; if not for the magical robe on Martin, a divine artifact imbued with powerful evasion magic, they would have been torn apart by the storm or shattered by the lightning.

But this was only the beginning. Martin felt his consciousness fading. A gust of wind swept by, and the baby in his hands was torn away, swept up into the air by the hurricane. There was no crying, for in the heart of this storm, sound had lost all meaning.

At that moment, the six moons in the sky actually merged into one. The sky instantly became as bright as day, as if time and space had come to a halt—everything froze in an instant. Martin could even see the droplets of water around him, and the shapes of the wind elements. In that split second of stillness, a bottleneck of over five years was suddenly broken through. But none of this was what he cared about—it was the child, a child only one year old, who showed no fear, no terror, no tears. He was smiling.

That’s right, Martin actually heard joyful laughter. The child was waving at the divine moon in the sky, his tender, delicate little hand reaching out as if that divine moon, formed by the merging of the five stars and the moon, was a delicious cake. The hurricane did not tear him apart; instead, it was like a soft cradle gently holding him.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning from the heavens shot toward the baby suspended in midair. The archmage’s eyes widened in fury, but his body could not move; he could only watch helplessly as the lightning struck the little prince.

One bolt, two bolts, ... six bolts.

At that moment, the sky suddenly returned to darkness. The storm vanished as if it had never happened, and everything became calm. Just moments ago, the waves had been towering, but now the sea was as still as a lake. The baby in midair suddenly lost his support and began to fall into the sea.

With a roar, Martin unleashed his elemental power. His half-white, half-black hair instantly turned snow-white, and the raging wind element, like an invisible giant hand, caught the baby and slowly floated him toward the mage.

The mage gently embraced the baby. No matter what, he had to keep him alive—he was the hope of the people of Kaliya!

The moment he touched the baby, a faint smile appeared on the child’s face. His tender little hand lightly touched the archmage, and a surging power flowed over, irresistible.

With a crash, everything fell into darkness.

Splash, splash—the sound of something falling into the sea, seemingly mixed with a child’s laughter...

In the year 1372 of the Maya continent’s common calendar, a rare celestial phenomenon of five stars aligning appeared in the sky, accompanied by miraculous omens. But these were not the reasons people remembered this year. The opportunity foretold by the great prophet Maya had arrived. At the same time, the six great sea clans launched simultaneous attacks on the kingdoms of the continent. The battles were fierce, and somehow the sea people had gained the ability to fight on land for extended periods.

The war lasted eight years, with heavy losses on both sides. The aquatic side possessed a powerful water magic army and a secure rear. Once they gained the ability to fight on land, humanity fell into crisis. Meanwhile, some of the continent’s smaller races also began to revolt. But after all, the sea people were still sea people—their combat and adaptability could not match that of humans. In the last two years of the war, under the leadership of the two great kingdoms, the Ottoman Empire and the Kingdom of Kaliya, humanity drove the sea people back to the ocean with overwhelming force. Yet, faced with the vast sea, humans were still helpless.

There were no winners in this war. Both sides suffered heavy losses in the eight years of conflict. After peace comes war, and after war comes peace—this is the cycle of life.

By the tenth year of the Divine Moon calendar, to accelerate development, both sides reached a compromise and finally restored peace. It was as if everything had returned to an era of tranquility. All races were recovering from the wounds of war, and without a doubt, humans were the happiest, for they had once again proven themselves the masters of the continent.

At the southern end of the Maya continent, in one of the richest seas, lay the stronghold of the sea people’s most powerful mages, and one of the six royal clans—the noble mermaids’ domain. Every mermaid was a natural water mage and a synonym for beauty. They held a revered status among the sea people, and thus their waters were the most beautiful and bountiful.

But nothing is absolutely perfect. In this beautiful mermaid sea, there existed a forbidden zone—the Bermuda Death Sea. Since the arrival of the Divine Moon, it had become a forbidden area for all life. Whether you were sea folk, human, or any other race, none who dared approach ever returned. Even getting close could mean being sucked into the abyss. Legend has it that the demon who descended with the Divine Moon resides there.