A month had passed since an unknown blinding light enveloped the entirety of the New World. Since then, a substantial thing had occurred in the very essence of humanity.
It was a historic change, as though reality itself had been altered.
In the Dominion Enclave at the center of the New World, Damien rested upon his throne with a cold expression plastered on his face.
Before him were the five Heavenly Generals, his smartest and most strategic monsters. All of them bowed their heads as Nexus stepped forward and reported the situation outside the Dominion.
"Lord Oberon, our suspicions have been confirmed."
"The Federation and the Clan have forgotten your identity as a member of the SIGIL Seventh Division."
Hearing his words, Damien's frown deepened even further. When that blinding light enveloped all of them. He found himself teleported out of the Federation.
