Twelve o'clock sharp.
Even those on the Main Star could clearly feel a slight tremor.
A rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.
What was unusual was that this was a gray rain.
It was just like the ash from the incinerated planet, now drifting through space.
Everyone's mood was somber.
The more extreme people rushed to the Star Network to post doomsday prophecies:
[Hahaha, go ahead, you higher-ups, leaders, and Imperial Family! Keep messing things up! One day, the universe will follow the same path as our home world!!]
[Everyone, hurry up and start hoarding nutrient liquid! Get ready to move to a remote Wild Star! The pollution is coming, and the viruses won't be far behind.]
[This gray rain is terrifying! I'm emigrating!]
[Anyone who's been wanting to eat something or buy something, don't hold back starting today. We're not going to be alive much longer.]
[This is the retribution for destroying a planet!]
