"The Third World is twice the size of this current world, it's in a whole space entirely... In this world, there are countless races, and factions, but no rulers... In these factions, the strongest belongs to Lamashtu--"
"--Wait." Mirabella swallowed hard, the bite of fruit suddenly turning to ash in her mouth. She looked at her in genuine shock, her mind spinning as she processed the impossible scale of the threat. The monstrous entity she had just been discussing wasn't some sealed relic of the past; she was an active, looming nightmare.
"Lamashtu is in the Third World?" She asked in shock, and Luigi nodded her head grimly, confirming the terrifying reality.
"She is not only in that world, she is the strongest there, with thousands of fighters under her command... The second strongest are the cultivators."
"Cultivators?" Mirabella echoed, the term foreign to the System-bound logic of Galaxy Fall.
