"So… all the lights in the sky are our enemies, huh?" It didn't matter what they faced, who they faced.
"They're worthy opponents… I'll use fabric of space-time to ring them out of existence!" A grin spread across his face as he declared war on the heavens.
"Gurren Lagann! Spin ON! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?"
The past was filled with the victors of their era—those who had crawled from underground tunnels only to challenge and overthrow galaxy-level beings that threatened their tomorrow.
And tomorrow they fought for… Is wasted today....
"Aster! WAKE UP! It's 7:40! ARE YOU DEAF!? YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!" The shout came from the kitchen, sharp and impatient, but the boy didn't care. He rolled onto his back and buried himself deeper into the warmth of his blanket, indifferent to the world outside.
The only thing he looked forward to today was playing Super Galaxy Drill Breaker on his Spiral Console once he finally got out of bed.
Generations had never been more different. Today's children were drowned in comfort. They had truly forgotten the past… the fires that once carved galaxies now reduced to faint, flickering legends.