The sun set in the west, and night fell.
The sky was covered by a massive black curtain, and the air suddenly turned cool and thin.
If the forest held endless darkness, then the oddly shaped ancient trees looked like withered faces twisted by teeth.
At night, predators attacked in silence, while wounded animals cried out helplessly, making the forest all the more chilling...
A group of roughly a dozen people leaped swiftly between the trees, as strong as apes, their shoeless feet planted firmly on the branches.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Ten figures passed quickly, vanishing from sight in an instant.
In a forest in the western part of the country, flames roared in every direction, burning every tree within a radius of more than a hundred meters.
At the center stood a massive meteorite half the height of a man, streaked with black and red.
Black smoke shot into the sky, and the searing flames blurred the view.
It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse, everything shrouded in silence.
Suddenly, a crisp crack rang out.
A fissure split the burning meteorite down the middle.
With a scraping sound, the rock split apart. A tiny, frail, boneless hand thrust out with a pop, clawing fiercely at the ground.
"Phew!~~ So hot!" A child's voice cried out lazily, sounding rather casual.
Strangely, the moment the meteorite broke apart, the surrounding flames went out, as if drawn away by some force.
Before long, a child of five or six crawled out of the meteorite.
Though he had been sealed for thousands of years, the time since he had gained sentience was only six years.
The first memory that surfaced in his mind was that he had inherited the world's most famous surname, Okamoto, and was a little brat named