Human Clan Territory.
Dark Red Civilization.
The wreckage of spaceships filled with the sense of sci-fi and metallic texture spreads across space, where one can occasionally see human corpses floating.
Some are dressed in mechas; some are as large as a mountain, but the only commonality lies in human features and the current corpse state.
On a nearby Life Planet, an absolute deathly silence has befallen.
A large number of human corpses lie on the streets, seemingly still engaged in their tasks, yet unknowingly encountering a Soul Attack, turning into corpses instantaneously.
Within a city of millions.
Cold, deathly stillness...
A breeze passes through, carrying a chilling sense.
At some unknown time, an elegy starts echoing through the Void.
"Listen to the funeral ode of civilization..."
At some unknown time, a gigantic monument has been erected at the city center.
It stands tall and weighty, like a small mountain.
