Outside the blue marble planet, a colossal beast drifted silently in space. From a distance, it looked no different from a massive satellite—except for the tail that swayed behind it, betraying its true nature as a living creature.
Fear rippled through its body, trembling in the silent vacuum of space. It slowly drifted aside, almost reverently, making way for something approaching.
Its every nerve screamed in warning as waves of pressure crashed into it—undirected, chaotic, and ancient. The origin of this pressure? A colossal wave of crackling flames drifting toward the planet. Flames that shimmered between three terrifying hues: vibrant crimson, void black, and blinding golden, each flickering like stars collapsing into supernovas.
Below, deep inside the planet—in Red Leaf City—the chaos had already begun.
Sirens blared. People screamed. Confused voices shouted over one another, clashing into a disoriented noise that echoed through the night. Authorities worked in overdrive to evacuate civilians to the outskirts of the city. No one knew how much damage this incoming asteroid—or creature—might cause. No one could predict the exact impact zone, only that it was close.
Police officers, firefighters, emergency personnel, and Special Force support squads worked together, using both skill and the aid of their tamed beasts to maintain order.
"Alright everyone!" a female police officer shouted into a bullhorn. She wore a sharp black uniform and stood tall atop a transport vehicle. "Please calm down and cooperate! This is a temporary evacuation. Once the cause of this emergency is resolved, you'll all be allowed to return to your daily lives. But for now, follow instructions!"
The crowd's murmuring softened slightly—but far from enough. Scattered pockets of unrest remained. Panic was always a slow virus—it grew in silence before it exploded.
A young, freshly recruited police officer stepped forward, frowning. "Ma'am, why don't you just tell them this is an A-grade threat? I'm sure they'll stop hesitating and cooperate immediately."
She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Rookie mistake. If I tell them that, they'll panic, trample each other trying to escape. You think this is bad? They'll break every rule to survive. Right now, controlled ignorance is the best we've got."
"You're still learning, rookie."
The young police looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn't get the chance.
A sharp crash rang out — the sound of shattering glass.
Their heads snapped toward the sound.
"Damn these bastards," the woman muttered through clenched teeth. "Always taking advantage of chaos."
Across the street, a man in a filthy hoodie was laughing like a lunatic as he smashed the front display of a jewelry store. A lazy-looking lizard-like beast beside him flicked its long tongue, scooping jewels into a burlap sack.
"Good boy," the thief chuckled, patting the beast's head. "Grab them all!, I want it all !We're going to be rich!"
Before he could celebrate further, a searing light flashed—and the looter collapsed to the pavement, unconscious
The officer lowered her baton and spat to the side, lips twisted in disgust. "Useless thugs,"
She frowned as she surveyed the street. The chaos was escalating. Some buildings were catching fire. Firefighters struggled to douse the flames. Other officers tried to hold back looters. The entire operation was teetering on collapse, Thieves and thugs roamed the streets, turning evacuation into anarchy.
And then—another scream.
Farther down the road, a man had pinned a young woman against a wall, his smile predatory.
"Shameless bastard!" the officer cursed, charging forward. She brought two fingers together, drawing a glowing circle in the air—but stopped midway.
Someone beat her to it.
The rookie was already sprinting his hand drawing a glowing circle in the air. A pulse of light followed, and a small creature burst from the summoning space, racing toward the attacker like a bullet.
The man turned at the last second barely registering what was approaching , his eyes widening in shock. The next moment, a hedgehog like creature slammed into his ribs with a bone-crunching thud, sending him sprawling and falling unconscious.
The police rushed to the woman's side. "Are you okay?"
"I… I think so," the girl replied, trembling.
"Good job, Swift!" the young police said, patting his beast, which squeaked happily and rubbed against his hand.
Clapping echoed behind them. The rookie turned, stiffening.
"Ma'am!" he saluted.
"Nice work," she said, expression unreadable as she approached.
The rookie flushed. "Just doing my job, ma'am."
"If you're so eager to work, there's plenty to do," she said, opening her beast space. A loud screech followed as a large yellow bird materialized, talons sinking into the pavement.
The rookie grinned. "Swift! Let's clean this up—"
But then he froze.
A strange sensation surged through the link between him and Swift — a deep, primordial fear.
Before he could process it—
BOOM!
The sky exploded.
The entire city fell silent.
Heads turned skyward.
Time seemed to stop.
Terror set in.
The clouds split — no, the sky was ripped open like fragile paper, torn by an unseen force. Veins of light—like jagged cracks on a mirror—stretched across the atmosphere. Through those cracks, the vastness of space became visible.
But no one looked at space, that wasn't what paralyzed them.
They were all staring at it.
Descending through the rupture... was a wave of flame.
No, not flame.
Something beyond flame.
Three-colored inferno—crimson, void-black, and god-gold—descended silently, exuding pressure more crushing than gravity. This was no ordinary entity. This was a will. A presence. A being that bent reality simply by existing.., a pure condensation of godlike pressure. It didn't burn — it commanded.
The rookie trembled.
He turned to look at Swift—his loyal beast—and gasped.
Swift bowed low, trembling violently. Not just in fear—but in submission.
Even beasts only bowed to their masters. Even before stronger creatures, they showed defiance or loyalty. But now…
Swift would refuse to fight, even if ordered.
And around him—other beasts were the same. Grounded. Silent. Shivering.
No wonder the officer's yellow bird didn't take to the skies. It couldn't.
It dared not.
The entity was descending slowly, but it felt like eternity. The ground itself groaned and cracked beneath its approach, as if trying to flee.
The rookie blinked.
And suddenly—it was only twenty feet from the surface.
The ground beneath it trembled, buckled, even whimpered.
The young police fell to his knees, eyes wide with awe and dread, a terrified whisper escaped his lips.
"…Oh my god,"
"…Is this… God?"