Standing at the very top of the towering dome structure protecting his territory was Roy.
He gazed across the outskirts of his land, lost in thought.
[Calamity Impending: 1h:18m:32s]
The calamity was very close, but therein lay the problem.
Where would the calamity originate from?
Unlike the first, which was a beast tide with clear directions and motives, this calamity seemed more elusive in comparison.
Apart from the fact that Roy was aware he would be attacked by Variants, he didn't know how or why.
And according to the system, Variants were actually races and worlds that had fallen into corruption.
Meaning these Variants could be of any race and originate from any world.
Roy sighed laboriously, caressing his forehead with his hand.
He was on the verge of war, and he knew next to nothing about his enemy — or even their mode of attack. For all he knew, these things might just start falling from the sky.
