"Everyone, you came from different times and spaces, different universes, and you were all the favored prodigies of your worlds. In the end, however, the reappearance of the God of Darkness and his followers brought your worlds to ruin, beyond all hope of salvation. Yet you were all warriors who actively fought throughout that struggle. That was why, after your deaths, I chose you and brought your souls to this crossroads of the myriad worlds-the Space-Time Hub."
"This was my most successful experiment after inheriting the position of Creator God and assuming control over reincarnation and the many laws. Here, beings from myriad worlds lived together in harmony. Apart from contests between the strong, there were no more large-scale wars. No previous Creator God had ever experienced this."
"Sadly, however, I must announce that, with the rapid expansion of the God of Darkness's forces, we Protoss can no longer shelter you from the wind and rain. Or rather, I myself am already on the verge of dying for our cause."
At the center of a continental landmass that possessed almost every environment, suited the survival of every race, and floated independently above the cosmos, a woman in white skirt armor stood in midair. She looked down at the hundreds of thousands of beings below and spoke with a composed expression.
Miho Nishizumi stood in the crowd, looking somewhat dazed as she gazed at the figure in the sky.
Around her were many humans, strange humans, beastmen, half-beastmen, fishmen, goblins, monstrous beasts, demons, robots, elemental beings, dragons, elves, angels, and creatures she had absolutely no idea what to call. Large and small alike, they were all listening to the speech of that figure in the sky.
It all felt so unreal, as though she had experienced it herself, yet also as