The sky darkened.
All creatures that noticed the dimming light instinctively looked up.
Only then did they realize that it was not nightfall, but an object blotting out the sky and sun, blocking every ray of sunlight that should have shone down.
It was a continent—a continent that covered the sky and sun, descending toward Earth.
As it drew nearer, the continent grew larger and larger in everyone's vision, finally coming to a stop in low orbit above Earth.
Upon the floating continent, castles, towers, and exquisite buildings stood in orderly rows. Beasts, humans, and humanoid creatures stood silently in formations stretching for thousands of miles.
It was a prosperous floating continent, yet also a deathly silent one.
Nothing moved upon it, and not a single sound came from it. Even the living beings arranged into military formations made no noise whatsoever.
As the continent descended, an oppressive suffocating sensation that made every living creature tremble enveloped the world.
"Th-This... is what that man called the Astral Nomads...?"
Someone stared blankly ahead and muttered to themselves.
What Lee Stein had said was true.
Even more powerful aliens really had arrived—aliens capable of completely destroying Earth...
Humans were creatures who loved to cling to wishful thinking. No matter what happened, they always imagined things turning out the way they hoped.
Even though Lee Stein had spoken of the Astral Nomads, even though they had already gone to war with the Hound Organization, they had no real sense of things that had yet to happen. They still clung to a sliver of hope.
What if they decided not to come after all, or got lost? What if they ran into a black hole on the way and were wiped out?
Only at this moment did they truly understand—and have no choice but