"This place is in need of help. Lots of dark stuff, with apocalyptic disasters everywhere."

These words came from black liquid in the vague shape of a human, as it looked

at a otherworldly scene. Shimmering lights and crystals everywhere.

"Well come on out, we got work to do."

Nothing happened for a moment. Then the whole place shook as if something was coming up from under the surface.

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Far away on a giant crystal of impeccable size; a lone figure stood observing the scene. He was draped in black and red with white hair, a confused look on his face.

"Why did Alaya allow this to happen? This is insane."

He was used to killing people for the greater good of humanity, even if he hated it. And that was the tame jobs. But even now, no order to stop this was given. Just observe.

And as the giant form of a spiderlike being with a floating object that looked like a stereotypical U.F.O. rose from the ground, shifting the landscaped massively like a man removing his blanket from himself to get up from his bed, he idly wondered if his boss had lost its collective mind.

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This prologue is a proof of concept; please dont expect much from this story.

I just write out my thoughts.