The easternmost edge of Maharashtra, India.
It was one of the most densely populated regions in the world.
The level of chaos here had reached an appalling degree.
A dark mass of people shoved and squeezed through the narrow, dilapidated streets.
Horrific stampedes broke out in every street and alley.
Police officers swung batons as they shouted and cursed, shrill whistles blowing from their mouths, frantic as they tried to maintain order.
But before hundreds of thousands of panicked civilians, this meager police force was like a small boat amid raging waves.
Throughout the process, everyone would stop from time to time and look up at the sky with unconcealable fear.
It was clearly bright daylight, the sun blazing overhead.
Yet on the azure firmament, three clusters of white light were drawing ever closer.
That light was shockingly bright, even outshining the sun.
It expanded in their vision at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was not the romance of a meteor, but a countdown to death.
The crushing pressure, as if Mount Tai were bearing down on them, made everyone feel suffocated, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
At the same time, within the borders of these three nations, alarms at military camps everywhere likewise rang to the heavens.
Groups of soldiers hurriedly ran out of the barracks.
Before they could even form ranks, they leaped into troop carriers under orders from their superiors.
Main battle tanks roared like beasts.
Their treads crushed across the concrete, rolling up clouds of dust.
Armed helicopters lifted off from airfields one after another, their rotors tearing through the air with a tremendous howl.
But everyone knew it was already too late to stop the disaster from happening.
No matter how afraid they were, no matter how desperately they prayed, what was coming