The planet lay shrouded day and night in the despair of war. Only Avant Heim still floated leisurely in the sky.
Like a whale swimming through the air, it carried strange buildings on its back, resembling a fantastical city in the sky.
In this bloodstained age of mutual slaughter, in a world no different from hell, it was a paradise of incomparable peace and happiness that should only have existed in fantasy.
But that conclusion had nothing to do with its power as a Phantasmal Species.
Although the Phantasmal Species ranked second and possessed an affinity for the elf corridors surpassed only by the Old Deus, their scarcity and widely differing ways meant that most lived in isolation, with few close ties to their fellows.
With a way of life that relied solely on individual strength, even a lower-ranked race like the Elves had the confidence to kill or even capture them. Though Avant Heim was stronger than an ordinary Phantasmal Species, it still lacked the means to achieve that.
The reason it could become a paradise lay entirely with the lovely girls on its back.
They always joyfully sang the praises of each happy day.
"Sarazir stole my head with a treasuredness rating of three!"
'"Stole' sounds so unpleasant. You should say I snatched it."
"Listen, the Dwarves seem to have built a new battleship. Raise your hands if you want to join an extermination contest!"
The angelically beautiful girls flew freely through the air amid lush greenery and petals dancing on the wind, chatting boisterously.
Indeed, before being a Phantasmal Species, Avant Heim was also the Flügel's home base.
In a war in which even the planet was approaching death, while every race living on the earth spent its days in fear, the Flügel monopolized all happiness.
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