Far away, in the darkness on the other side of space, innumerable warships of unusual designs were moving through the stars.
Blazing exhaust fumes were spraying in that surge of steel that blanketed the world, pushing them forward as thousands upon thousands of fleets from different origins gathered as one, resembling a moving nebula.
Right in front of those physical warships were countless supernatural forms manifesting out of Emotion power, flashing in radiance under control of their masters and darting silently through the stars.
Billions of fighters were advancing from every corner of the cosmos, with civilizations and races from every corner of the world able to see them—they were looking straight ahead, their eyes ablaze and yet all of them remaining silent, never uttering a single word.
And in front of the Armada of Emotion, an elderly Tanyan who resembled a cicada stood upon the vermillion warship bridge, staring out calmly at the space ahead.
