The sterile white of the transmigration system dissolved, replaced by an oppressive darkness. A thick, choking dust hung in the air, the faint glow of distant, dying stars barely piercing the gloom. This was world X-22, a world ravaged by a celestial cataclysm – the impact of a rogue asteroid.
The voice within Alex rumbled, a low tremor laced with sorrow. "This reality," it boomed, "bears the scars of a terrible event. An asteroid, a celestial wanderer, struck with devastating force, shattering the planet and plunging it into an age of darkness and despair."
Anya, her face etched with grim determination, gripped Alex's arm. "Is there anything salvageable? Any survivors?"
