As I stared at the devastated skies like a man who had fallen to the depths of insanity, I noticed three faint lights.
My widened eyes took some time to register what I was seeing in my brain.
But, the moment the image finally registered… I realized a despairing truth.
'They… they're not… dead…?!'
It was downright impossible, but I couldn't argue with what I was seeing.
"Looks like this is ultimately what trash can deliver."
"Well, the best among them still belongs to the 4th Dimensional Layer. Isn't it only natural?"
"Shall we just end this now?"
My body throbbed with fear, sharply looking at my troops with desperation playing on my face.
'DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!' I wanted to scream out, but my lips wouldn't move.
"Die, trash."
Instantly, I saw the vaporizing glow of the three of them—their jointly colored lights were sent in the direction of my army that littered the sky.
And then—
