Skywolf Frost had lost its protective sea of frost. Even though the icy fog still existed as a layer above the star, it had lost all of its defensive capabilities, leaving the entire world exposed. Strong, cold winds rampaged across the world, ceaselessly howling.

Across the vast ocean, large piles of undamaged specter corpses could be seen. All of them had their eyes wide open, having died in a most peculiar manner. Many of them were looking up to the sky at a gigantic black vortex. Within it was the three-headed, six-armed figure of darkness with more than a hundred and thirty million baleful souls surrounding him. Even those on the ground level could hear their cries, and nobody was capable of stopping him.

"Didn't our worlds come all this way to hunt? How could something like this be allowed to happen?" Doubts began...