In the world of Labio, the skies had been shrouded in blood-red light for an entire year. The moment that crimson glow had appeared, every natural deity, mythical creature, sage of every race, sword god, god of war, and countless others throughout the Great Thousand World received a message from the will of the world.0

The end was coming.1

A year later, the chosen point of descent, the Plain of Despair, had already gathered innumerable warriors of Labio. Among them, the most numerous were the Caesar Race. They were ape-like beings with dense fur, clad in armor. From the armies of eight empires and thirty-seven principalities, they had amassed forty-five billion troops.2

These warriors were, for the most part, not especially powerful. Most had only reached the Second Heavenly Realm. However, with the protection of armor, weapons, and the formations led by middle- to high-level warriors within the legions, they formed the strongest military force of the entire world.0

The second-largest force consisted of troll warriors, each about ten meters tall, wearing crude clothing and brandishing massive weapons. Summoned...0