At the junction of the peninsula and the mainland, about three Starveil units from the Land of Ruins, a group of ancient creatures had lived for nearly twenty thousand years amid the ruins of an ancient battlefield known as Night's Veil Land: the Blood-Derived.
They had established a once-glorious third-tier divine civilization, the Night Veil Mother Nest Civilization.
Ominous scarlet mists filled the sky, like the endless bloodshed of a nightmare, an everlasting pain that could never be dispelled.
This was the ancient era, more than ten thousand years ago. A powerful civilization capable of transforming high-purity metal ore into nanomachines that triggered cataclysmic mutations had wrought utter destruction here. The once-fertile land, rich in minerals, had been turned into barren wasteland.
The Blood-Derived had survived the cataclysm by sheer luck, and from their former first-tier primitive tribal civilization, they had risen to become a far more powerful third-tier divine civilization.
The progress of civilization was the process by which living things learned to recognize, use, and master Law Power more effectively. It was the process of discovering ever more powerful, eternal, and boundless Laws of Order. At last, primitive creatures no longer relied solely on simple biological energy. They began to harness more efficient forms of energy.
The blood-red mist that eternally shrouded the sky was oxidized metal dust from nanomachines that had filled the air after the ancient cataclysm.
For more than ten thousand years,
the Blood-Derived had tried countless times to completely destroy the alien civilizations at the tip of the peninsula and establish a unified civilization across it. But the enemies they sought to conquer kept changing. From the Gulan to the Aurora people, their foes had grown stronger and harder to subdue, while the Blood-Derived's dream drifted ever farther away. And at any moment, they