Mist encroached, and a truly terrifying cosmic entity fully descended.
The sky was utterly clear at this moment, blue skies with white clouds, blinding golden sunlight pouring down from above.
This was the clearest sky since the mist outbreak, the sky before the apocalypse, where the creatures of this planet, Earth, with its fifty-plus billion-year-old star, seemed to have encountered the greatest fear in history.
Insignificance.
Powerlessness.
Despair.
A wave of pale, sickly, and crazy murmurs swept through everyone's hearts, as if all had seen the enormous unknowable cosmic entity in the infinite deep-sea universe. The entire Earth seemed in its grasp, like the tentacles of a cephalopod, tying up everyone's pounding hearts.
What exactly is this thing?
"Apocalypse..."
"The mist has gathered into the silhouette of this giant entity, is this the true face?"
The creatures across Earth all watched in a daze through Mechanical Snail's network.
"We're doomed!"
"It's fate!"
