Out in space.
The Silver Hand 2017 had luxurious facilities. Its only flaw was probably that, because someone never slept, there wasn't even a single bed aboard.
"Good grief, what kind of life does he live?"
After sleeping on the floor for several days, Gilgamesh finally couldn't help complaining.
Even living in a place like theirs, they knew to provide a comfortable bed.
John, on the other hand, didn't even have one.
Like an ascetic monk, did he maintain his sleep through meditation every day?
This was really making things difficult for Gilgamesh.
Thena slept on a rope secured to the wall, like a swordswoman from the East, though without the flowing white robes.
She smiled at her partner's complaints.
Just then, she saw the scene outside.
The spaceship had reached the site of their last mission.
Thena stood there, motionless.
Worried that Thena was having an episode, Gilgamesh forgot his complaints and hurried to her side.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the scene outside.
His urgent calls died on his lips.
He stared in disbelief at the place he remembered as beautiful.
Nothing remained but shattered wreckage.
An entire world had been destroyed.
Not a single living thing had survived.
Gilgamesh's mouth fell open. "What happened here?"
Only Thena could connect all of this to the memories in her dreams.
Yes, this was the place.
Everything matched.
The worlds they protected would ultimately become eggshells broken by hatching chicks when a Celestial was born.
That enormous, shattered crater was precisely where a Celestial had emerged.
Life became the breeding ground for the birth of Celestials.
Their supposed protection was an act of husbandry, keeping those lives like lambs behind a fence, waiting until they were fat enough to harvest.
They were like sheepdogs,