Soon, the two fiery streaks slowed down as they approached Tournant Island, gradually losing their blazing speed.
They descended gracefully, coming to a halt about five ters above the ground. As they hovered, their forms beca more distinct: they were three-ter-tall humanoids, each with a glowing halo above their heads, one male and one female.
His skin was pale purple, casting a muted glow. His face, stern and uncompromising, bore sharp, angular features.
Eyes like molten fire burned with an intense, red-orange hue. Massive, curling horns jutted from his forehead, dark purple and adorned with golden bands near the base.
Long, pointed ears twitched slightly while two curved tusks extended from his lower jaw, enhancing his fierce look. A bifurcated beard, as purple as his skin, hung from his chin.
His hair, cascading down his broad shoulders, was the sa deep purple, wild and untad. The armor he wore was intricately designed, shoulder plates with elaborate engravings and gold trims catching the dim light.
His chest was protected by a large, ornate piece with a glowing purple gem at its center. Gold and purple intertwined throughout his armor, each piece ticulously crafted to fit him perfectly.
The woman beside him was a blend of human beauty and reptilian nace, her skin shimring like polished jade.
Dark, intricate green scales adorned her forehead, forming a V-shape that accentuated her sharp features. Her golden, slit-pupiled eyes glowed intensely, their gaze piercing.
Her dark, lustrous hair was pulled back, revealing more of her striking, scaled skin at her temples. Small, pointed horns subtly erged from her hairline, curving back gracefully.
She wore a form-fitting garnt that mirrored the serpentine texture of her skin, dark and scale-adorned, highlighting her lithe physique.
A live serpent with erald-green scales coiled around her shoulders and chest, moving with a slow, sinuous grace.
[A/N: I have attached images referencing their appearances at the end of the chapter. Give them a look.]
Everyone's attention on Tournant Island fixated on them, their curiosity piqued as they wondered who these mysterious newcors were.
Only Felarial and Jay held the knowledge of their true identities. The distinctive Halos hovering above the newcors' heads revealed their allegiance unmistakably—they were mbers of the Sentinel Order.
Felarial was acutely aware of the Sentinel Order's formidable reputation. In the vast expanse of the Universe, few factions could rival one-tenth of their might, with only the Fiend Race posing a significant challenge. The Sentinel Order stood far ahead of any other faction, their influence and power unparalleled.
To join the Sentinel Order was no small feat; it required one to possess a Grade-7 or higher Innate Talent. The Order's hierarchy was strictly determined by the grade of an individual's Innate Talent.
Those aspiring to join with Grade-7 or Grade-8 Innate Talents needed to be at least Tier-7 and had to endure a rigorous Trial that occurred once every hundred years.
It was a grueling test of strength, skill, and resolve, designed to weed out all but the most exceptional candidates.
On the other hand, individuals with Grade-9 and Grade-10 Innate Talents enjoyed certain privileges. They could bypass the Trial and join the Order before reaching Tier-7.
These extraordinary talents were imdiately taken under the Sentinel Order's wing and received unparalleled nurturing and training.
Felarial had accumulated this knowledge through painstaking research. He had once entertained thoughts of participating in the upcoming Sentinel Order Trial and had gathered every piece of information he could find.
The limited entries made the competition the fiercest in the entire Universe, and even in his pri, Felarial had doubted his chances of being selected.
The selection process was rciless. The standards were so high that even Felarial, with all his strength and experience, felt inadequate.
Yet, the position of a Sentinel, regardless of one's place in the hierarchy, was revered by countless beings across the Universe. To be a Sentinel was to be part of a legendary elite, a status that commanded respect and admiration.
As Felarial stood there, the weight of his mories and aspirations bore down on him. He recalled the countless hours spent training, and the bitter taste of doubt that had accompanied him every step of the way. Even though he knew he might only be a part of the lowest rung, the honor and reverence associated with being a Sentinel were undeniable.
The presence of the newcors, with their radiant Halos, reignited a flicker of the old dreams within him. They were living symbols of what he had once strived for.
The Tournant Island buzzed with whispered speculations and awed murmurs, but Felarial and Jay remained silent, each lost in their thoughts.
As the Tournant Manager, Felarial approached the newcors to receive them officially. He flew towards them, his senses heightened, and quickly deduced that they were both at least Tier-7, judging by their effortless flight using Energies as their source.
As they conversed quietly with one another, Felarial greeted them with respect. "Greetings, Sentinels!"
The Sentinels rely glanced at Felarial, not bothering to return his greeting. Instead, they bluntly asked, "Was it you that killed the Subsidiary Fiend Monster?"
Felarial paused for a second, carefully considering his response. "Indeed," he answered. "It was as strong as a Tier-4 Mid-Phase lifeform. The monster was so hard to kill that I had to use the protection my Master left on ."
He skillfully wove lies with truth, ensuring not to involve his benefactor, Jay. The truth about his Tier-8 Master placing a protective asure on him was real, but Felarial had already used it during a previous life-threatening situation.
The female Sentinel, her deanour authoritative and imposing, asked while absentmindedly petting the serpent adorning her neck, "Who is this Master you speak of?"
Felarial responded curtly, without taking offence, "My Master is a Core Elder of Laniakea gaCluster's Nebula Sect."
She then looked into thin air, as if searching for sothing unseen. Felarial knew she was accessing the System records that only Sentinels had the privilege to use, intending to verify his identity.
He stood patiently, hoping she wouldn't uncover the truth. Within a re two seconds, she raised an eyebrow and blurted out, "You were once at the peak of Tier-7?"
Felarial nodded, faking an expression of sadness and sha. The female Sentinel gave him a pitiful look, sympathizing with his apparent misfortune.
She didn't probe any further, satisfied with the background check. They believed he was the one who had destroyed the monster and the portion of the Tournant Island.
The missing section of the Tournant Island no longer seed suspicious to the newcors. They knew that even a fraction of an attack from a Tier-8 lifeform could obliterate the entire island, let alone just a portion of it.
Felarial exhaled quietly, relieved that his ruse had worked. His heart pounded in his chest, but outwardly he maintained a composed deanor. As the Sentinels accepted his explanation, he sighed in relief.
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