"Upon the land occupied by the Abyss.
Within the Hell realms forged by countless calamities, the territory of the Processional Palace established by the fallen nation was swallowed by a sudden mass of deep, murky fog.
Not a single Solidifier who dared step into that drifting fog returned safely.
Only the dwarf hunter known as the Tide-Mover of the Sea of Thunder escaped the fog through a rift and conveyed the fall of the Processional Palace to the rulers.
The End Beast created by the Current Realm people was cast onto this battlefield..."
"Enough!"
In the shadowy hall, that hoarse, low voice was cut off by an impatient interruption.
In the dim light, no one looked pleased.
The Obscure Eye's envoy glanced sideways at Alastair. "That's enough. What, are you going to give us narration like the Current Realm people playing a game?"
"I was just livening things up."
Alastair sat in a high-backed chair, chin propped on one hand, smiling as he held a paused remote control in the other. "Recently, I've been trying to think from the enemy's perspective.
Apart from picking up a few bad habits, I've occasionally gained something too."
"Ha..."
The strange-eyed creature sneered, plainly disdainful. "And what exactly did you gain?"
"Heh. If I had to put it into words, I could only conclude that neither side will ever understand the other."
Alastair smiled coldly, lowering his gaze to overlook the projection beneath his feet.
Within the three-dimensional projection gradually displaying the entirety of the Gaia Fragments, a quiet white fog danced over the land amid the darkness wrought by countless Hells.
Yet even fog covering thousands of miles could not conceal the thunderous rumbling within.
Tremors carried through the earth spread slowly from beneath the mist like ripples, revealing the terrifying thing hidden