PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

Chapter 576

576 Chapter 576 The Four Supreme Races

Celestials, Dragons, Nature, and Oscuras are the four supreme races. Each race sits at the absolute pinnacle of the multiverse’s food chain. Potential, talent, intellect, physique, and innate abilities, the four races had it all.

Taking Katya as an example, the Archangel of Balance was absurdly strong despite her young age. Even in her near-death state, where her strength had descended multiple levels with a wound constantly seeking to destroy her, Katya could quickly destroy an entity at the top of the three-star class.

Even if one disregarded Katya’s raw power, her ability to see the flow of destiny completely broke the game’s rules. Relying only on that ability, Katya managed to survive her weakened state, finally finding a way to heal her cursed wound, saving Cecilia’s life in the process.

That result was already heaven-defying, and Katya achieved it not relying on sheer power but on her innate ability. No matter what angle it was viewed from, the potential of a member of the Heavenly race could be easily seen in Katya.

The same could be said for Kyuru, the fairy of origin. As a member of the Natura race, she possessed an absurd affinity for mana that made her a master of all elements. Not to mention the mastery of her heart issues due to her ability as an empath.

One thing to remember was that, despite being called the four supreme races, strictly speaking, none of them was a race as such but rather a type of existence made up of many kindred races born from similar singularities. The Nature status, Celestial, Dragon, and Oscuras, was shared by many different races, which in some strange way shared their origins.

Born from the universe itself, from the ether, at least that is what was believed of the four supreme races. Although this should apply to the progenitors of the affiliated races, their offspring, for obvious reasons, did not fall into that category but were still considered part of the four races.

The Celestials were said to represent the order in the multiverse, the Dragons represented chaos, the Natura represented life, and the Oscuras race represented death.

Eventually, the four races formed two factions that have opposed each other since immemorial times. The Celestials and the Naturas became the faction of order. In contrast, the Dragons and the Oscuras became the faction of chaos. And that was how an eternal war between light and darkness began.

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Having given a long and forceful explanation filled with many childish gestures, Myrilla added. “Of course, in the case of the Nature and the Dragons, neither race considers itself completely affiliated with either side. In the case of the Natura, they only protect life and nature, not the order itself. While the dragons are true to their chaotic and capricious nature, they form alliances depending on the situation. On more than one occasion, I have seen dragons fighting fervently to protect innocent planets.”

Desmond sat on the sofa in front of the angel of love, with Claire and Sasha at his sides. Claire clutched Desmond’s left arm tightly as if she feared he would disappear in the next moment. A fearful, haunted gleam in her eyes made her look particularly unsteady.

Sasha was also holding Desmond, although she only took his hand, her flushed face betraying her embarrassment for acting intimate in front of strangers. But, from the way Sasha held Desmond’s hand tightly, it could be seen that she was also quite affected by the previous incident.

Cecilia sat in a side chair, completely flushed from head to toe as she remembered how she had thrown herself into Desmond’s arms. Cecilia knew it was in the spur of the moment. Seeing Desmond escape the clutches of death had that effect on her. However, she was still embarrassed, only occasionally throwing glances at Desmond as if to confirm that he was okay.

As for Revna? She could be considered the worst off at the time. Having become a slippery shadow, Revna had no shame in clinging to Desmond’s body like a Koala.

Although Revna’s form was somewhat distorted in this form, it didn’t take much attention to get an idea of ??what she was doing. Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, her face resting right next to Desmond’s face, Revna simply clung to Desmond like glue.

Desmond, for his part, didn’t find anything that was going on was excessive. Just a few minutes ago, Desmond was dying, about to take his last breath. Even if he was alive and well now, the stress of the situation still weighed on him.

As his consciousness was plunged into death’s cold embrace, all Desmond could think about was the people around him now. The love he had for them and the fear he had of never seeing them again drove Desmond to return; desperate, he didn’t even care about the consequences.

Desmond wasn’t stupid or insensitive; he knew seeing him in that state was a huge trauma for Claire, Sasha, Cecilia, and Revna. Probably the only one who kept her composure was Kyuru, who, with barely held-back tears, continued trying to calm and comfort the girls.

Desmond regretted being so reckless, especially after hearing that Myrilla found him in Veritas but had to follow him here to heal him. That basically meant that he had traumatized the women he loved to no avail.

Regarding the angel of love, Myrilla, she also explained why she had helped Desmond. “Just look at this place.” Myrilla pointed to Desmond’s home. “All this love would have been lost if you died. That would be too much wasted. What the world need is more love.” Myrilla nodded confidently.

Desmond could only nod with an awkward smile. From how Myrilla spoke and her title, Desmond could tell that she could see or feel the emotion known as love. Desmond felt somewhat helpless in the face of such a...pink and cheesy existence.

As for the explanation above about the four supreme races? Myrilla was simply answering a question Cecilia had asked. Being one of the few people present who had met a Celestial before, Cecilia was quite intrigued by her existence, so she ended up asking Myrilla about it. All of that led to the current situation where everyone was in the room of the Astryd residence.

Not being able to contain her curiosity, Cecilia asked Myrilla a question she had kept to herself ever since she saw her. “Excuse me, dear angel of love, I wonder if you know the archangel of balance, Katya?”

Though she knew it was a bit hasty of her to ask, Cecilia still had to. Cecilia now knew that the four supreme races were much vaster than she would ever be able to imagine, so she didn’t have much hope when she asked the question. After all, just because Katya was an archangel and Myrilla was an angel didn’t mean they knew each other.

Contrary to everything Cecilia was thinking, Myrilla stared at her in surprise before nodding and replying. “Actually, I know her. Katya and I have been friends for a few centuries. She’s a good girl, although she keeps too much to herself.”

Regardless of who they were or their mood, they all looked at Myrilla with dumbfounded expressions. “Wasn’t that too much of a coincidence?” That was what everyone thought.

As if she suddenly remembered some insignificant little detail, Myrilla added. “Oh, now that you mention it, I was at Veritas G-153 at Katya’s suggestion. As always, that mystery girl didn’t tell me much; she just told me to go there and do whatever I wanted.”

What more was there to say? Even with the intellectual capacities of a stone, one could say that it was not a coincidence at all. Myrilla saving Desmond’s life was almost certainly something orchestrated by Katya. As for her motives? Desmond had no idea.

Based on his previous experiences with the Archangel of Balance, this woman never helped without expecting something in return. Not in a selfish sense where Katya was only concerned with profit, but rather in the sense that her actions follow the logic of equal exchange. Something quite appropriate for the archangel of balance.

Desmond had already been used once by Katya. While he didn’t find the experience pleasant, he still had to admit that he benefited greatly from the whole thing. Desmond obtained for his help the sword, , and the feathered fan, , in Cecilia’s hands as a reward for the entire incident.

“Material gains aside, Cecilia could already be considered a great reward.” Desmond thought with a gentle smile as he looked at the flushed but concerned Cecilia.

Myrilla, who had been watching everything with a cheerful smile, suddenly frowned and looked in Claire’s direction. She saw fear, desperation, obsession, jealousy, possession, and all kinds of strange and dark emotions that colored the green-eyed girl’s love. Needless to say, Myrilla didn’t like it.

As an angel of love, Myrilla knew all about it. She knew that pure love was even rarer than witnessing the birth of a Celestial. Things like jealousy, passion, possession, and lust were almost always mixed up in people’s love.

However, Myrilla would not disdain someone’s love for that alone. In her opinion, such a thing was only natural; only through experiencing and dealing with those emotions did one nurture their love. “Love would be too fragile and superficial without experiencing difficulties.” Myrilla always thought.

But the things she saw mixed up in Claire’s love still made her uncomfortable. “Of course, as the almighty, always beautiful, most loving, and lovable of all the Celestial race, Myrilla will always be the most trustworthy in matters of love. I guess I’ll be kind and help these poor girls have a more beautiful love.” Myrilla thought to herself with inordinate, childish pride.