Meanwhile, far into the future…
In a realm where galaxies spun like glowing dancers and ancient empires floated in silence, a singular event—unparalleled in magnitude—was about to unfold.
The Eighth Earth—shrouded in legend, sealed for a hundred years—was about to awaken.
It had orbited alone in the furthest reaches of space, encased in a golden shell of divine energy. A hushed, unmoving orb locked in the stasis known only as Odin Sleep—a defense so absolute that neither time nor destruction could reach it.
Not even Lucifer himself, with all the fury of his Forbidden Treasure–Anguis, and charm of Heaven, had ever pierced its shimmering walls.
Among all the defenses in the cosmos, it stood supreme.
But today, the silence was ending.
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Just beyond the Eighth Earth, suspended in the black ocean of space, floated a behemoth—a city forged in metal and magic, encased in a titanic cocoon of steel and silver. Its structure was vast, like a god's weapon left drifting.
