As for the horrors lurking deep in the wilderness, even ordinary people of this era had heard whispers of them. But those things were far from the cities; at most, they would occasionally hear on the news that some gathering place or another had been wiped off the map.
When they heard such news, they would at most sigh over it for a few moments. Sometimes they would bring it up while chatting with friends—not as a lament, but as a topic of conversation—then add a few words at the end: mutated beasts are terrifying.
After that, they went on doing whatever they had been doing.
The war between humanity and mutated beasts seemed very close, yet had always been very far away.
No one ever thought about whether humans would go to war with mutated beasts tomorrow. They merely assumed that war would certainly come eventually, but that they probably would not see it within their lifetimes.
Until this moment, when that immense anomaly and cruel spectacle were seen by everyone, countless people began to consider for the first time just how terrifying mutated beasts were—and how brutal war could be!
Human lives seemed, at this moment, to have become nothing more than numbers.
Even the superhumans who had once stood high above the rest were fragile now. One misstep, and they might die.
Only then did people realize that war had already begun without a sound.
When it came to war, many people online had once shouted, "If you want war, then war it shall be! Mere beasts are nothing to fear!" Others had pointed at the world from behind their screens, claiming that the Superhuman Association was too weak, that it did not even dare fight beasts.
But when real war arrived, everyone suddenly discovered that fighting