Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2927: 594: Edmund’s Nora’s Sun!

"Fine then."

The massive swordsman secured the location details for Vena World, then marched off boldly, disappearing in a flash across ten thousand miles, which left the onlookers staring in stunned silence.

"By the way, wasn't that guy just a level 10...?"

"That's scary—our market's been sheltering a powerhouse like that level 10 all along?"

"Is this Sauron's idea of 'the mighty concealed in plain sight'?"

"Seems like this powerhouse is heading to join Nora."

"Nora keeps growing more powerful. I've been urging our Clan Leader recently too. Lingering in tiny spots really blocks any view of what's ahead. Even aside from blood battles' impact, chances are scarce, and scraping by in a predictable existence feels utterly dull."

"True, things aren't like they used to be. The Star Gate web around the Darkness Land by Nora has gotten so thick now, making trips way easier—no endless treks required, and roads are free of threats. I'm thinking of heading there myself."

"Word is, there's White Dragon Commerce spreading across the Pan-Plane. They stock Sun Refining Artifacts, nine-level items, holy elixirs, divine crystals... you name it. A buddy of mine snagged a rare find there and broke through to level 8."

"Can't miss that; I need to check out the buzz myself. Head over soon, and you could ride the wave. Show up late, and the good stuff's all gone."

"Haha, count me in, though I'm eager to witness the Dusk Palace Master's prowess, get a look at the guy who took down gods while still at level 9."

In the late second millennium of the Nora Era.

Its reach continued to surge forward like a snowballing disaster.

Nora boasted the Dusk Palace Master on one side, a figure whose fame echoed across the entire Pan-Plane, plus a bunch of rising stars with solid talent but slightly less renown nearby.

Meanwhile, the Star Gate initiative pushed ahead relentlessly. Nora's fusion wasn't total; the congress stepped in to control it, sparing certain worlds as key junctions, thereby weaving a vast and intricate Star Gate system through the Pan-Plane.

Nora's growth couldn't last indefinitely. Eventually, its spread would stall, and those Star Gates would turn into the veins linking the vast Multidimensional Plane. Folks, goods, traditions, paths to higher realms... every kind of flow would happen without barriers.

...

One year afterward.

During Nora Year 1772, which marked Blood Battle Year 1660.

That day, the emptiness quaked high over Nora's skies as a mighty presence arrived. It gripped an old, majestic sword radiating chilly black glow, surrounded by three thousand pale yellow eyes orbiting its form, standing a thousand miles high, rivaling the four Giant Kings in stature.

The Supreme Council dispatched legendary members, who gazed intently at this level 10 mid-stage powerhouse facing them. Edmund thought briefly before inquiring:

"Are you the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman Quint?"

Thousand-Eyed Swordsman, placed 24th on the Pan-Plane's powerhouse list, with level 10 mid-stage power, wielding the top-tier relic [Broken Star] at 33rd rank, a major force in the Pan-Plane, famous for killing a minor God's projection ages ago, then vanishing from sight.

Legends say he's the mightiest among the Thousand-Eyed Titans in the multi-eyed Titan lineage. Now, with those three thousand eyes dotting its frame, it truly shows off its overwhelming might.

"Indeed, I am the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman. Upon learning the Giant race had arrived in Nora, I came expressly to find my kin," Quint replied, offering a slight bow.

Giants of such caliber demand honor, and Edmund's strength eclipses his own; he guides the Nora Council in battling the Abyss and Nightmare, carrying the aura of the Giants' ancient progenitor.

Truly deserving of reverence!

"Hahaha, who would've thought fellow Thousand-Eyed Titans still roamed beyond our borders—splendid, splendid! Back in our Giant Continent, the Thousand-Eyed Titans already have a chief!"

Raffi dashed toward him with glee; though they were strangers, the shared giant heritage stirred a deep warmth in her for Quint, leading to an immediate embrace that moved the warrior to tears.

A Hundred-Eyed Titan eyed Quint.

"My king, you're back at last!"

Edmund chuckled:

"Come on, let's welcome Quint properly and shake off the dust of his travels!"

The following day.

The Supreme Council announced fresh tidings.

[Pan-Plane's 24th-ranked powerhouse, Thousand-Eyed Swordsman Quint, has allied with the Nora Council, claiming the 35th seat in the Supreme ranks. Roaming Giant race powerhouses adrift in the Multidimensional Plane, without a home, you're invited to trace your origins, help forge the Giant Continent anew, and climb aboard the mighty vessel bound for fresh realms!]

Nora's supporters erupted in joy and fervor.

...

As the Giant civilization made its triumphant resurgence, droves of lost giants, mixed-blood giants, and various body-focused races with innate gifts flooded in.

Time rolled on, and twenty-eight years down the line, sixty-seven giant-affiliated factions had formed, drawing six level 9 foreign masters, along with hundreds or thousands past level 6.

Additionally, 136 factions unrelated to giants followed suit, inspired by the giants' pull, contributing nine level 9 foreign masters and untold numbers besides.

The count of level 9 foreign masters hit 220, pushing Nora's overall level 9 powerhouse total beyond 400, with growth still accelerating.

Folks chase the momentum.

For ages, humanity had grown used to the Heavenly Father's drain, inured to Nightmare terrors, Abyss blood wars, turning passive and spineless.

Yet when a figure of sufficient might and reputation steps up.

A single shout of "Are rulers born superior?" can rally forces from every corner, gathering the masses from all winds.

It's not fear of rebellion that holds people back, but the absence of a guide, a group able to weld the so-called "motley assortment" into unity.

The Nora Council arose right when it was needed most!

This marked Nora Year 1800, where the ripple effects from the Giants' grand homecoming kept brewing and rippling out across the Multidimensional Plane.

This wasn't the finish; it was the launch of the real fight.

Those colossal entities, surviving eons with near-immortality, had hogged far too many entrenched benefits and gains, feeding without end on this Universe.