The Sun, Yearning

Countless monsters created by Wizards poured into the other world. The passage had widened until its edges were out of sight, and more monsters and Wizards kept entering. There were eight such passages in all.

In the Forest Fairy World, the sky was bloodred, and even the sun had dimmed. Boundless black-and-red clouds churned overhead: Negative Energy pouring in from the Wizarding World. On a plain, a vast passage appeared and continued to expand.

The first things to emerge were swarms of flying monsters, endless and dense as bees streaming from a hive. Strange roars filled the sky. The instant these creatures appeared, a black whirlpool formed and spread outward, releasing life-eroding Negative Energy and immense elemental radiation.

In the capital of the Forest Kingdom, a Treant six or seven meters tall stood at the entrance to the Temple of Nature, looking up at the distant whirlpool of black clouds as it spread. He was Abiman, ruler of the Forest Kingdom, known as the Nature God.

"The invaders the Mother of Nature warned us about have arrived. Where will the fate of our world lead us?" Abiman's voice was low, his expression grave.

"Great Nature God Abiman! Living beings everywhere are rushing to the three great kingdoms. We will drive back the invaders!" A deep male voice sounded behind him. Another Treant, younger and different in appearance, stepped forward brimming with confidence.

Abiman gave no reply. He watched the black clouds in silence.

From those clouds, Abiman sensed malice unlike anything he had ever known: malice bent on swallowing the world. The power hidden within the whirlpool made his heart tremble. He had never seen such boundless strength. Even if the three gods joined forces, they would fall far short of it.

Abiman glanced back at the confident Treant and