"Of all the stars, this Red Meteor is the smallest. If it weren't for the Pure Yang Fire Seed being here, it probably would have been ignored by everyone."
Two figures stepped onto the planet in a stream of light. The leaner-looking one, a yasha, spoke first.
"Small doesn't mean weak. We're only just now coming to get the Pure Yang Fire Seed, and even Red Lotus died here."
"It wasn't ignored. It just wasn't worth it," the more burly Ghost King said.
"That's true. For such a tiny planet to have birthed so many Extraordinary beings is certainly unusual," a third voice chimed in.
In that instant, the hair on the backs of Ghost King and the yasha stood on end. They attacked the source of the voice without hesitation.
There were only two of them, but now a third person had appeared. This was definitely not one of their own; it could only be an enemy.
It was even possible that Red Lotus had died at this person's hands.
But soon, they realized something was wrong.
