Black Sea, Silver Beach Island.
A million-strong Fallen One army, roaring toward the shore.
Damian in the lead, his expression as cold and dark as water.
The bald-headed commander right behind him looked just as grim.
"Damn it!"
"Walter the Lung Mist!"
"What a rare opportunity, and he doesn't know how to appreciate it at all!"
"Now the plan's backfired, His Highness is enraged, and I'll probably get dragged into trouble too!"
The bald commander was furious and terrified at the same time.
A moment ago.
Damian had taken his advice—deciding to make a temporary stop at Silver Beach Island to let the army rest.
But as luck would have it—
Just as the army was about to arrive, Silver Beach's Island Lord Walter was suddenly impossible to reach!
Neither the bald commander nor Damian himself had even the slightest suspicion of human invasion.
After all…
For the past century, the Fallen Ones were the true rulers of Alpha Star.
