Besides the Collectors, who had been intimidated by the star-sized eye that had appeared out of nowhere on the battlefield, the warrior corps retreating to the rear were also shaken.
Just one eye was already comparable to a star. How enormous, then, was the owner of that eye?
The instant the great rift appeared, the warriors on Konak's side all felt a collective, heart-pounding dread. The feeling had arisen without warning, yet it seemed perfectly natural to them. Its source lay in the direction of the great rift—the unknown existence behind the fissure.
Overwhelmed by fear and questions, warriors who knew little about the "Old Ancient Seal" asked their more informed comrades.
"What exactly is the Old Ancient Seal?"
"Do you know about the Old Ancient Era?" his comrade asked in return.
"I know a little," the warrior answered. "It was an exceptionally glorious age. Our Utopia's territory was countless times larger than it is now, stretching from the Gate World across to the Godforsaken Lands."
Once upon a time, the Seventh Stratum within the Gate World had also brimmed with ambition. These supreme beings had taken galactic rivers as their stage, performing one epic of civilization after another.
They had once competed across the stars, plucked stars and seized moons, spreading the radiance of wisdom to every corner of the galactic rivers.
It had been an age of boundless splendor in the historical records of Konak Utopia. Its population had grown by hundreds of billions every era, its territory had extended from the Gate World deep into the Godforsaken Lands beyond, and the Spirit Domain had been used to display even greater power.
But even the most brilliant achievements would eventually decay. The consequences brought about by abusing the Spirit Domain had cast one supreme divine kingdom after another