Year 3320, Demon Continent.
"Unfortunately, the fairy race likely cannot relocate to this continent in the near future… the miasmic corruption here has become too severe…"
After a thousand years of war and endless destruction, the demon continent was scarred beyond recognition, and miasma had already fused with the very fabric of existence in this place.
It was now nearly impossible for fairies to reclaim this land and establish a new fairy nation here again.
"Well, the only hope is that we will win and eradicate miasma… if we win, fairies will get to live here sooner or later…"
Hearing Bela's words, Allen glanced at the starry sky and spoke in a determined tone.
"Not 'IF' we will win for sure. We have perfected this plan for years and have made all preparations that were possible; now all that's left is the final journey, the final battle…"
"The battle to decide the fate of the universe… that's all there is to it…"
