Of course, as long as there was life, miracles would never be absent.
A species, at its most desperate moment, would often give rise to a sliver of "hope."
Even sixty-five million years ago, though the once-dominant rulers of the earth had ultimately perished, they still left behind a direct descendant that tenaciously came to dominate the skies.
Birds were precisely the miracle born from the now-extinct dinosaur race.
And amid this "mass extinction" of Phantasmal Species, miracles were born as well.
Some Phantasmal Species that roamed the earth may have been struck by inspiration and begun migrating of their own accord, finding homes capable of sustaining their existence before they perished.
They set out on arduous journeys from every corner of the continents, their destinations two island nations—the British Isles and the four main islands of Japan.
The spears that ran through and anchored the world existed above those two island nations, and the gates leading directly to the Inner Sea of Stars lay within the holes created by those spears piercing through.
The True Aether leaking from those holes made the two island nations the only lands left on earth that still retained True Aether—the remnants of the Age of Gods.
Not only Phantasmal Species, but many minor pantheons that had survived the downfall of the greater pantheons also embarked upon the road to those two island nations. In the future, they would stage one new performance after another there.
Celtic Mythology, Arthurian Legend, the eight million gods of Takamagahara, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons... countless wonderful tales had their foreshadowing planted here.
Yet even upon those two island nations, the Age of Gods would one day come to an end.
But before then, there might be fortunate ones among those gods and Phantasmal Species who