In the night sky, the stars were dense and sparkling, merging into bright galaxies and brilliant clouds. Deep inside them, a planet covered in blue and green quietly rotated around its stars. Its massiveness exceeded normal but yet maintained an environment suitable for human survival.
At this moment, a pale golden sword beam penetrated layers of space as though distorting the distances in between them, and soon fell on the top of the planet's oldest and tallest building, bringing a sky filled with the color of gold that surpassed the sunset glow and accompanied by a dignified low roar, "Where are the descendants of the emperor!"
Inside the halls, humans who were practising with their eyes shut suddenly opened their eyes and stood up uniforming, holding weapons in their right hands, looking like waves that suddenly surged.
