Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Abaddon stared at the sky, the smile on his face vanishing.

"...Did you hear that?"

His voice was as deep as an abyss: "They said 'it doesn't matter'."

He pointed to the colossal structure protruding into the void above the sky.

"We have offered sacrifices here for ten thousand years, offering countless souls to the gods—and they, they simply barged in, established a beachhead on the gods' territory, and then said—"

He paused.

"They're weird, but it doesn't matter."

His laughter stopped.

"...Chaos Gods, do you hear me?"

Deep within the subspace, an unprecedented silence descended.

The Ether Engine has torn a huge hole in the veil of the virtual realm.

Although the opening isn't big enough for us to overturn the entire field.

However, the rift has already triggered a series of activities from various beings within the virtual realm.

We've discovered it!

[Our civilization has begun to firmly believe that conquering the stars is our destiny; this is the whisper of the virtual realms, their hint.]

This sense of "mission" stems from the spiritual guidance of certain beings within the virtual realm.

The world has become more gloomy in many ways.

It turns out that all of this stemmed from a sense of mission, the conquering desire of that human empire as it marched forward triumphantly, and the fanatical belief that "humanity is destined to rule the stars"—

Mental guidance originating from the virtual realm.

—The World of Azeroth—

Moonlight Woodland

Malfurion Stormrage's body trembled slightly as the shadows of the past loomed over his mind.

"...Ancient gods."

His voice was deep and resonant, like distant thunder: "The whispers of the ancient gods have also bewitched us in this way."

Tyrande gripped the Moon Staff tightly.

"But those who are seduced—at least know that it is a whisper, a depravity that needs to be resisted."

She looked at the still-operating colossal structure in the sky.

"And they... they took whispering as their destiny."

Malfurion remained silent for a long time.

“…No.” He finally spoke: “They know.”

Tyrande was stunned.

“Look at that engine.”

Malfurion pointed to the sky: "They know the Void is bewitching them. They know where their 'sense of mission' comes from."

His voice carried a complex emotion.

But they don't care.

"They used the allure of the virtual realm to invade the virtual realm itself."

They are afraid.

They only wanted to lure us into a bigger war, never considering that we were trying to tear the curtain down.

They were aware of our threat, but took no concrete action.

Or rather, they are unable to do it.

The virtual realm is being swallowed and withered by a vast darkness, and the creatures within are driven to agony and madness, even attempting to break free from reality to stop it.

However, the engine's "tendrils" have already deeply penetrated the virtual realm and cannot be severed.

We're already very close.

Very close

Nothing can stop us.

finally--

Returning to silence.

The tentacles disappeared.

The figures of the virtual beings disappeared.

In the sky, the enormous Ether Engine silently floated in the center of the void.

All the pulses, all the light, all the energy flow stopped at a certain moment.

Then, three words appeared next to the engine.

【nailed it】

"Just those three words?"

"Just these three words."

The hair is creepy.

An endless chilling feeling.

There were no other dramatic scenes; only these three words appeared on the sky, spoken in a very calm tone.

We stand at the very forefront of divinity.

The Ether Engine is complete.

The boundless energy of the virtual realm is within reach.

When the engine starts, the resulting subspace reaction will detonate every star in the galaxy.

All life forms throughout the galaxy will be wiped out.

But by then we had already safely left this mortal realm and traveled to a higher plane of existence.

Time loses its meaning there.

Every single thing in the universe can be altered at our whim.

Fate awaits.

Go for it!

Start the engine!

The universe has collapsed.

It's not a metaphor.

It is a complete collapse in the true sense, from the laws of physics to the logic of cause and effect.

All the stars in the galaxy were detonated at the same instant.

Those suns that once illuminated countless worlds now resemble a string of lit firecrackers, one after another—no, simultaneously—transforming into a sea of ​​fire that engulfs everything.

The planet vaporized in a sea of ​​fire.

Civilization was annihilated in the sea of ​​fire.

Whether it is an organic or inorganic body, whether it is a material form or an energy form, whether it is a physical dimension or a psionic dimension.

None were spared.

The true potential of the Ether Engine has finally become apparent.

Transcending the current universe.

It's a big gamble.

If successful, one will break free from the constraints of this universe and enter a new dimension.

Failure means the destruction of the galaxy, and everything returns to silence.

—The World of Iron Collapse—

Pierpoint, headquarters of Interstellar Peace Corporation.

Inside the company's executive meeting room, a group of smartly dressed senior executives were staring at the ceiling.

It was completely silent here.

They were all stunned by the terrifying power in the sky.

After a long pause, someone finally spoke up, as if joking.

"Gold dust, isn't this you?"

Sand Gold looked up, his face innocent: "What?"

"gambler."

Topa chuckled and replied, "The ultimate goal for a gambler isn't winning money, but turning the casino into their own."

Opal chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, look at those people. They know the virtual realm is bewitching them, they know their sense of mission comes from the whispers—but they don't care. They go straight to the source of the whispers and turn what bewitches them into their own resources."

Sand Gold rolled his eyes: "Can't you guys find a different angle to mock me?"

"No."

Diamond said seriously, "This is a rare opportunity to learn by comparison. Look at their bet—the entire universe. And look at you, the few credits you wagered on the Immortal Ship last time, you dare to call that a 'bet'?"

A burst of laughter filled the conference room.

But as they laughed, some people fell silent.

Because the images on the sky were so realistic from beginning to end.