The twisted Stone Statue Trees danced like a chaotic gathering of demons, stretching to the edges of the mist.
Hasegawa Shinichi stood at the altar's forefront, speaking in a grim tone: "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment of life and death has arrived. As you all know, the Qilin Immortal Palace is about to open, and the Ether Association is planning to cleanse the Black Cloud City. We are all Fallen, listed on the Association's kill-on-sight order. Under the fallen nest, not a single egg remains intact—you all understand this truth."
The man was shadowy and emaciated, a gruesome scar resembling a centipede crawling across his face. Below his neck, a white exoskeleton covered his body, revealing clear signs of deformation.
He gripped a long sword, his gaze chilling: "Although we've dealt with the first wave of the Association's lapdogs, given their methods, the most ferocious retaliation is imminent. We are too many to flee; escape is impossible."
"Evolution is our only way out."
