Several more years passed.
Thanks to the sheer suddenness of the Two-World Fusion.
Most beings were still somewhat unable to make sense of the situation.
Moreover, the risks involved were truly difficult to assess...
So, all factions had exercised some restraint during this time.
All routine developments continued as usual amid calm seas and tranquil winds.
The most visible nearby impact was that certain civilizations around the Solar System had suddenly discovered in astonishment that, for some unknown reason, their neighboring regions had gained many strange creatures that liked to wander everywhere.
Those creatures liked to call themselves the Demon Race, the Devil Race... Not only did they use different names, but their affiliated factions were also exceedingly diverse and mixed.
Their only common trait was that not only were they individually powerful, but most of them also possessed extremely savage temperaments.
Among them.
There were certainly some individuals with whom one could communicate smoothly.
But quite a few of them still enjoyed lives of eating raw flesh and drinking blood, hunting everywhere and slaughtering as they pleased...
And.
More importantly, their strength improved with extraordinary speed. In merely three to five months, they would often undergo leaps and bounds in growth!
Under such circumstances, certain regions around the Solar System had become places where even the wind sounded like the cry of cranes, leaving everyone deeply unsettled.
Every so often.
Bad news would spread.
For example: some unknown lifeform had attacked some planet or fleet, causing such-and-such casualties and losses...
However, overall, everything remained under control.
At the very least.
Nothing as momentous as a super fleet crossing the starry skies and blasting the entire Solar System to pieces from several light-years away with a single cannon shot had happened yet...
The conflicts that had occurred were all still