In a desolate region of Titan's northern hemisphere, the clouds floating in the sky had been dyed blood-red.
Not a trace of life could be seen across the yellow-sand-swept plateau. Even the herbivorous beasts had vanished without a trace, leaving only solitary thorned plants swaying constantly in the fierce wind.
Any beast with even a little intelligence knew to avoid misfortune and seek fortune. Seven days and nights ago, all the native life dwelling here had learned what true calamity was.
The metal giants who had descended from beyond the stars commanded enormous metal birds that made deafening noises and spat long trails into the sky.
From beyond the range of sight, they could unleash deadly showers of metal bullets, while flames that devoured all things burned every living creature to ashes.
These myths were spreading through the Titan people in the most primitive manner. At first, the Titan people of the various clans had refused to believe such absurd rumors. The Titan people were the Heavenly Father's children—how could the great Father God bring punishment upon them?
Though still in a primitive state, the Titan people had already developed the beginnings of religious belief. In their simple understanding, they were the Father God's most beloved children, fundamentally different from those mindless beasts.
Everything upon the land they inhabited, including the soil, water, animals, and plants, was a gift from the supreme Father God. The Titan people had been born with the right to enjoy it all.
Yet the rumors were spreading at an even more terrifying pace. More and more Titan people were disappearing by the tribe.
Kuran Shovah sensed danger.
As a warrior of the Fire Clan, which occupied the largest plains region, he had always trusted his instincts and intuition. On this land, the Titan people were