This was a strange space, where the sky was a dull gray and the land stretched to where the eye could see, appearing like a not too vast small world.
On the flat expanse of land, only on the outer perimeter stood a mountain that was not too high, with a battle-worn flag fluttering atop its peak. The flag was entirely crimson, embroidered with a spiky black worm at its center.
Despite no wind, the flag waved as if concealing its old and torn condition, seeming like it could be torn into dust by the breeze any second.
Had anyone recognized this flag, they would have invariably cried out 'Supreme Red Legion'—
As the formidable army of the Insect Race, it was also an infamous existence across various worlds.
However, with the fall of the Insect Race's mighty Supreme Red, the once terrifying Supreme Red Legion had diminished, much like the flag, leaving behind only a few remaining shadows of its past.
"Hiss!"
