Now, although the war had begun, it was still only in its early stages—a small-scale trial conflict that had not truly erupted. It was also a time to relax a little.
After all, to weaklings like them, war itself was never that important. They were responsible for logistics, repairs, and even rescue operations, yet they were also among the most dangerous groups.
After getting themselves sorted out, they entered the game. Other than Naisela, almost no one took it seriously.
Even Medusa was the same. She had no ability to foresee the future, so naturally, she had no idea what was waiting for her.
Splash, splash.
Everything was pitch-black. She was immersed in an ocean of darkness, surrounded by something sticky, unable to see anything at all.
Medusa tried to open her eyes, only to discover that she did not even have eyeballs. "Where is this?"
"What a familiar aura."
Medusa felt a faint sense of familiarity, as though she had seen this scene somewhere before. "The evolution of living creatures?"
She steadied herself.
She began trying to evolve life. Starting with simple algae-like organisms, she gradually became a cephalopod life-form, slowly waving eight limbs as she floated to the surface.
"Th-This is!!?"
The moment she surfaced, Medusa stared at the familiar yard and froze completely.
The furnishings, the layout, and that vast Ten Thousand Feet Giant all looked exactly like the mysterious place that had once descended.
The ground was covered in endless corpses. Their former appearances could still be made out. Who knew how many tens of thousands of years they had evolved here, only to decay here as well? Endless cycles of life and death had given this place an ancient, weathered feeling.
However, the atmosphere was wrong.
The overall structure was different, and the mood was