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

Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...

Following the distribution of rare artifacts and resources from the Lord of Dusk Hall, key figures like the Holy Infant, Lord Victor, and Gandaph advanced their spiritual forces toward the ninth-circle, birthing new spiritual creatures and talents that bolstered their foundations. The Dusk Holy Temple celebrated the emergence of new Mythical Bloodlines, including the [Heavenly Snake] for veteran knight Raylo, with further evolutions among the knights, spurred by incentives for innovation and supreme bloodline achievements. Three years on, a vast new supercontinent arose in the Eastern Sea, drawing the Giant race to migrate and integrate into Nora's alliance against the abyss and nightmares, expanding the Supreme Council's seats to 34 amid growing Pan-Plane vibrations. A year later, in the Land of Darkness, whispers of the Giants' return stirred alien races, culminating in a Level 10 Strongman's triumphant resolve to join Nora via established star gates.

"Alright."

The sturdy blade master secured the location details of Vena World, then marched off with purpose, vanishing in a flash over ten thousand miles away, which left the onlookers staring in stunned silence.

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

"That's scary—our trading hub has been concealing a powerhouse like that level 10?"

"Is this the kind of 'great hidden in the mundane' that Sauron was talking about?"

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

"Nora keeps getting more powerful. I've been trying to convince our Clan Leader recently too. Lingering in tiny spots really limits your view of what's ahead. Even aside from the blood battles' effects, chances are scarce, and scraping by in a predictable existence feels way too dull."

"True, things aren't like they used to be. The Star Gate system around the Darkness Land by Nora has grown so thick now, making trips way easier—no more endless treks, and the paths are safe. I'm thinking of heading there myself."

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

"Seriously? I gotta check out the buzz myself. If you head over soon, you can ride the wave. Wait too long, and the good stuff will all be gone."

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

In the late second millennium of the Nora Era.

Its reach continued to snowball outward.

For starters, Nora boasted the Dusk Palace Master, a legend echoing across the Pan-Plane, plus a bunch of rising stars with solid talent and regional renown trailing behind.

Meanwhile, the Star Gate initiative pushed forward relentlessly. Nora's fusion wasn't total; the congress stepped in to hold back certain worlds as key junctions, weaving a vast and intricate Star Gate web through the Pan-Plane.

Nora's growth couldn't last indefinitely. One day, its surge would slow, and those Star Gates would turn into the vital links tying the Multidimensional Plane together. Folks, goods, traditions, paths to higher power... everything would flow freely.

...

A year passed.

During Nora Year 1772, Blood Battle Year 1660.

That day, the void shook high above Nora's skies as a mighty presence arrived. It gripped an old, majestic greatsword gleaming with icy black light, 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 its legendary members, who gazed intently at the level 10 mid-stage powerhouse facing them. Edmund thought it over briefly before inquiring:

"Are you the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman Quint?"

Thousand-Eyed Swordsman, sitting at 24th on the Pan-Plane's powerhouse list, with level 10 mid-stage power, wielder of the top-tier treasure [Broken Star] at 33rd rank, a heavy hitter across the Pan-Plane, who once cut down a minor God's avatar ages ago and then went into hiding.

Legends say he's the mightiest among the Thousand-Eyed Titans in the multi-eyed Titan lineage. And now, seeing those three thousand eyes on its frame truly highlights its overwhelming might.

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

Giant race powerhouses command respect, and Edmund's strength eclipses his own; he guides the Nora Council in standing against the Abyss and Nightmare, carrying the aura of the Giants' ancient progenitor.

Truly deserving of reverence!

"Hahaha, who would've thought we'd have fellow Thousand-Eyed Titans out there still—fantastic, just fantastic! 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 special warmth in her for Quint, leading to an immediate embrace that moved the powerhouse to tears.

A Hundred-Eyed Titan eyed Quint.

"My king, welcome home!"

Edmund chuckled:

"Come on, let's roll out the welcome for Quint and give him a proper rinse!"

The following day.

The Supreme Council announced more positive developments.

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

Nora supporters erupted in cheers and thrill.

...

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

Time rolled on, and 28 years down the line, 67 groups tied to giants had formed, pulling in 6 level 9 foreign masters, along with hundreds to thousands past level 6.

Plus, 136 groups unrelated to giants followed suit thanks to the giants' pull, adding 9 more level 9 foreign masters, and heaps of others besides.

The count of level 9 foreign masters hit 220, pushing Nora's total high-end level 9 powerhouses beyond 400 across its domains, with numbers still climbing fast.

Folks tend to flock together.

For ages, everyone had grown used to putting up with the Heavenly Father's greed, the Nightmare's terrors, the Abyss's bloody clashes, turning numb and timid.

Yet when a figure with real might and clout steps up.

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

People aren't scared of fighting back—they just need a guide, a group that can weld the so-called "motley crew" into something solid.

The Nora Council rose to fill that gap!

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

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

Those colossal entities that had lingered for eons, nearly immortal, had hogged far too many perks and gains, feeding without end on this Universe.