Ultra World.
The parched earth was crisscrossed with fissures. Of the once-lush forests, only withered stumps remained, exuding an air of deathly silence.
Amid the ruins, one could vaguely glimpse the former splendor of towering buildings. Beneath shattered glass curtain walls, there was not even much of the hardy weed known for its tenacious vitality.
Even when there was, it would be snatched up by a pair of rough, dust-covered hands and gulped down whole.
Scene after scene added strokes of despair and desolation to this apocalyptic painting.
Heavy gray haze blanketed the sky, and the azure heavens of old could no longer be seen. Even so, pairs of murky eyes filled with hope still gazed upward, praying that sunlight might pierce that thick barrier and shine upon the world.
But whenever shadows swept through the city ruins like a raging gale, trailing afterimages behind them, the owners of those eyes would reveal terrified expressions, desperately curling up in corners and praying to the great Radiant God again and again.
Without the support of technology, how were humans any different from lambs awaiting slaughter in the eyes of those Ultra Beasts?
Moreover, very few people in this world could tame Ultra Beasts and become beast tamers.
Back and forth, there was almost nothing but endless despair as far as the eye could see.
Fortunately, hope still remained.
It was said that at the center of Ultra World, a city built with humanity's wisdom and every ounce of its effort still stood, holding back the increasingly frenzied Ultra Beasts without falling.
It was humanity's last fortress.
The scattered refugees still spread throughout every corner of Ultra World endured hunger and thirst, traveling long distances and evading Ultra Beast attacks because they still held hope of reaching that city of hope.
Eden,