"Oh, shit..."
"Are aliens finally invading Blue Star...?"
Somewhere amid the ruins, atop a small hill formed from piles of debris.
A survivor watched a huge unidentified object rapidly fly over his head.
His upright body instinctively shrank back, and he quickly shuffled a few steps toward the shadow cast by the surrounding ruins.
He intended to use the debris to hide himself, so that the enormous unidentified thing writhing through the sky would not notice him.
Though he soon realized that even if it did notice him, his little bit of flesh probably was not worth opening its mouth for...
Even so, hearing the hurricane-like howling stirred up as that colossal creature flew past, he ultimately did not have the courage to step out and inspect it closely.
He could only curl up trembling in the lightless shadows of the ruins.
Not long after.
Once it had completely departed.
Just as the survivor was about to slowly let out a breath of relief, celebrating his successful escape from disaster.
The immense airflow produced by that enormous object's rapid passage arrived belatedly.
The savage winds.
In an instant, they turned into fierce Wind Blades.
As countless pieces of debris were blown away, the survivor too was swept into the sky like a blade of grass.
Along the way, amid the violent changes in air pressure, blood continuously seeped from his eyes, ears, mouth...
The sight was like an ant caught before a blower...
All that could be said was.
His fate was truly ill-starred.
He escaped one calamity.
Only to fail to escape the second.
And as time passed, more and more people like him kept appearing...
Nick Morten, the controller of the Demon Kingdom, naturally knew this perfectly well.
It was simply that.
He could not be bothered to