That day.
Some saw a New God of Dark Night City fall, blood spilling across the heavens.
That day.
One Jailer after another, on the brink of death, frantically transformed into Chaos Beings and plugged the shattered front line.
Many nightmares had also undergone a qualitative change. Some of the stronger grotesqueries had even reached a level comparable to deities. As that calamity devoured Painter, their strength soared almost daily. Were it not for the God Frontier being bolstered to its utmost limits, this force alone would have been enough to invade the Main Universe.
Across the great Star Sectors.
Countless planets and countless living beings were dragged into the battlefield.
Years of peaceful life were utterly shattered. Once again, through methods of unimaginable cruelty, this war reminded everyone that no one could remain untouched by this apocalypse.
A frontier Star Domain.
A shattered planet.
Pitch-black raindrops mingled with ashes and poured down, soaking every corner of this industrial city that had already been reduced to ruins.
"They'll be here soon. We've brought back everyone we could. This is the last ship bound for the rear. I've already set your course and coordinates. Go. Leave the rest to me."
Before an enormous spacecraft, the last group of refugees boarded one after another as quickly as they could.
The tall figure clad in black leather armor lowered the child from his shoulders. Her mother immediately ran over, sobbing, and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face.
The little girl turned to look at the tall figure.
The brilliant sunlight shone on his hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
"But..."
A trace of pleading appeared in the little girl's eyes.
"Aren't you coming with us?"
The figure knelt on one knee, reached out, and wiped the