"You say these puppet leaders are bastards? True, but at least they're our bastards."
(Corporations are ruthlessly oppressing the alien workers, the Temple brutally preaching their faith, and the young Empire is greedily plundering talents and starfields.)
"This is the market."
——With bloodstained hands, a pristine and clean capitalist laughed.
"This is religion."
——A missionary, standing on bones, with hands clasped together, laughed.
"This is the Empire."
——Gazing at the starry sky, a madman unashamedly revealed his ambition.
The undercurrents still surged.
(In the Layer Abyss, dominated by the Great Powers, fate seems decreed, yet a new crisis is silently approaching the three major hegemons.)
Lord Entropy.
——The ancient Primordial Species has awakened from its long slumber. Its body is nearly mature, its terrifying Strength enveloping your Mother Star, countless compatriots are dominated by its Strength, utterly devoured, becoming evil Apostles of Entropy.
