Above the Bright Sky

In the vast sea of stars, the brilliant star representing the fate of an emperor among mortals dimmed and trembled, as if about to fall from the heavens into the human world.

Beyond the Black Sea in the north, at the birthplace of the demon race, a snow-white fox climbed to the top of a peak. It raised its head to gaze at the vast sea of stars, watching the great and awe-inspiring star whose flame of life was about to go out.

The white fox opened its mouth and spoke: “The emperor of the human race is about to fall. My descendants, grip your spears and raise your swords. Follow the direction of the battle flags, leave our birthplace, cross the Black Sea, and take back from the human race everything we once lost.”

Within the northern Black Sea, in human territory, the gates of a towering, fortified city swung open. Brave, fully armed soldiers emerged, raising shields in one hand and holding their icy spears aloft. Along the Black Sea coast, they formed an impregnable line of defense against the enemy.

The waves continued to roll across the Black Sea. Countless crimson moons hung overhead, stretching beyond the horizon, each reflecting the brutal sight of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. A vast roar swept over the waves as an immeasurable tide of beasts came with the dusk.

“Form ranks. Repel the enemy.”

The human general stationed there issued the order. Behind the defensive line, the brave soldiers obeyed without question. They bent their knees, tensed their muscles and bones, braced themselves against their heavy shields, and held the enemy at bay.

“Have I been merciful for too long? Or have you already forgotten?”

A calm, gentle female voice rang through heaven and earth, questioning the immeasurable tide of beasts crossing the Black Sea. A colossal apparition appeared before the great central city of the human race, carrying the sun and moon on its shoulders and reaching up to the clouds.