Time passed by. Some people forgot, some people didn’t. It was a memory of the day when a meteorite had fallen from the sky. A night sky had enveloped the whole world, and it had seemed like all life would end. From dragons to daylight, everything had been equal before the falling crimson meteorite.

As soon as the myth of doomsday became reality, nobody had been able to resist it and had to accept fate. On that day, infants and adults were equal, or a farmer and a sword master, and even a human and a dragon. Before absolute destruction, no living thing had been able to look at the sky.

A sword master’s aura blade? A great magician’s 7th Circle spell? The abilities that talented humans had trained all their lives had become no better than meaningless baubles. It was like how the differences between a rabbit, a bear, and a tiger were all inconsequential in the face of an avalanche.

Only one magician had flown against the ruin. It was just like how long ago, Icarus had challenged the sun and crossed the sky. This magician had struggled to prevent the destruction that had yet to arrive, forcing his body beyond the boundary of the planet.

Then the old god-sword broke, and his five viscera had burst.

Nevertheless, he had fought on. He had fought alone without telling anyone. Had it been like an egg...