The night gradually enveloped the land.
Atop Mount of the Gods, the deities were about to witness the birth of a new king, while beneath the silence of the night, the shifting tides of the Origin Sea at the turn of the era concealed many secrets unknown to man.
Thousands of miles away, on a high mountain beside the Delphic Great Plains, two figures quietly watched the humans who had survived nearby.
Those were the Silver Humanity. They had endured many hardships, yet had miraculously survived. Struggling against the calamitous climate, they were probably unaware that before long, they would be erased by the new king.
The Earth had no need for them, and the gods loathed them. Perhaps it was as Mephisto, the once leader of the Silver Humanity, had said, "Let us all die, or let them all listen to us." Now the one who spoke these words was working towards the latter, but the remaining Silver Humanity was about to live out the former.
