At the end of the sky, ink colors seep in.
Shadows cover the northern lands of the Land of Chasing the Sun.
Shrill whistles come from afar, finally turning into continuous thunderous crashes on the earth.
Space Beacon Spears pierce into the soil, ghostly blue light emerging from the fractured spear shafts, tearing through space.
In the torrential rain, basic level war units of the Mechanical Army seem to reproduce by fission, surging forth madly.
Soon, they converge into an ever-expanding tide of steel, advancing towards the heartland of the Land of Chasing the Sun.
Along the way, rows of withered trees are engulfed the moment they touch the steel surge, turning to shreds and disappearing within the metallic flood.
Traces of player activities are also continuously erased in this process.
A player is forcing a Stone-toothed Beast into a crevice, the spear in his hand about to be thrown.
