The inhabitants of the planet lived in balance, unaware of the cosmic forces watching from beyond their atmosphere. But that balance was shattered in an instant.
A loud boom rippled across the sky, a sound so vast it seemed to shake reality itself. The air cracked, folded, and warped, as if space and time were bending. The sky lit up in a thousand unnatural colors, forming a tear in the heavens.
Then came the voice.
It was both soothing and thunderous, calm yet commanding. It resonated through the minds of every living thing on the planet:
"Go forth, my child. Kill it before it awakens fully. If it awakens… it will stand in our way. Go now."
As the words echoed, a colossal hand reached through the tear in reality. The moment its fingers spread wide, waves of creatures—alien horrors, mythical beasts, and monstrous warriors—poured from the sky. They rained down like a storm of destruction, flying, gliding, and charging toward the planet below.
The once-harmonious world was thrown into chaos. Forests burned. Rivers boiled. The Xerzes, Opoove, and Folqi, unprepared for such an onslaught, fell by the thousands. Even the mighty Xerzes, in their strongest forms, were overwhelmed.
But then—they stopped.
The invading army froze mid-assault, their eyes drawn to the sky. The colossal hand, the invading force, and the rip itself… all ceased their descent.
Something—or someone—had intervened.