Earth.
The central Sumer region.
The Bovian Duchy.
The outskirts of a city.
A small village called Asule.
The sky was clear for miles, and the sun shone brightly.
It was midsummer, and flowers, birds, insects, and fish had all emerged.
The lilting cries of cicadas rang through the fields.
Golden wheat fields spread across the earth, the warm midday breeze stirring enchanting waves through the grain.
Farmers in straw hats stood contentedly beside the fields, gazing at the farmland before them with anticipation.
"Looks like this autumn will be another bountiful harvest."
An elderly Silver Human wiped the sweat from his forehead, gazing with satisfaction at the wheat field before him.
The summer fields were peaceful and serene.
Suddenly.
Immense spatial fluctuations appeared in the sky above this place.
The once-clear sky abruptly turned pitch-black, like a black hole from which not a single ray of light could escape.
An enormous, pitch-black opening appeared in midair.
It measured several kilometers across, wreathed inside and out in an aura of foreboding and despair.
Soon, streaks of black-and-red flame poured from the enormous black hole, slamming into the earth below.
Only then did the Silver Human farmers along the paths between the fields notice the tremendous change in the sky.
As they raised their heads in bewilderment, before they could react, the black-and-red fireballs falling from the sky smashed them to pieces along with the golden wheat fields.
Their flesh turned to ashes, and not a bone remained.
The prelude to a war always had its innocent victims.
Black-and-red flames continued to rain down, blotting out the sky.
Towering fires blazed across the land, setting the entire Bovian Duchy alight.
Houses were destroyed, city walls shattered, and countless people perished in the catastrophe without even their bones remaining.
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