On the ancient and singular moon surface, there surged endless chaos.
It was as if heaven and earth had yet to separate; the Sea of Magic Elements roared ceaselessly, raising magic power tsunamis capable of drowning cities, destroying fortresses.
This was the purest power of nature, bearing no good or evil, only pure destruction and ruin; this catastrophe stemmed from the planet's own fury and madness, seemingly destined never to cease.
But was it an inevitability of extremes reversing, or a mere happenstance of chance?
On this moon surface that seemed not to allow any life to exist, miraculously, the light of life flickered thanks to a miracle.
These were the very first Moon People.
The Hero silently watched that ancient scene.
The ancestors of the Moon People, the ancient Moon People, even if described with praises, couldn't be called beautiful or handsome.
