Dark Clouds Disperse. After seven centuries, normal sunlight finally shone once more upon this land where an ancient, powerful civilization had once stood. Under the fading light of approaching dusk, the clamor of the Tarash Plains had faded away, leaving behind only an almost unreal tranquility.
But that tranquility was merely an illusion. The earlier anomalies had already unsettled countless people. After the dark clouds scattered, fragments burning as they fell through the atmosphere rained across the entire wasteland like a magnificent shower of fire. Everyone on the battlefield had witnessed the sight. Combined with the enormous mysterious spaceship that had descended onto the battlefield earlier, it sparked all manner of bizarre speculation. Ordinary soldiers did not know what had happened beyond this battlefield, but everyone understood one thing clearly: the fiery rain falling from the sky was far more than ordinary "meteors." It had set the nerves of the three great empires on edge.
Along every front, the aerial forces of the three great empires were racing toward the areas where the "meteors" had fallen.
The Dawn of the Mortal World had returned to the front under its responsibility. This enormous, scarred ruler of the skies now hovered silently above the Ogre Tribe coalition forces. The marks left by war had robbed it of its former splendor, yet beneath the setting sun, they lent it an air of endless, weathered magnificence.
Prince Jinna stepped onto the deck and looked toward the distant sky in the light of the setting sun.
The peak of the meteor shower had passed. Only tiny points of light occasionally streaked across the heavens now. A thin layer of clean clouds drifted beneath the sunset, and faint traces left by the burning meteor shower could still be seen among them. The high-altitude, high-speed reconnaissance aircraft