The time has reached the twenty-first day since the God Above Gods fell into the battlefield. At this moment, the planet's population is less than half of what it was twenty years ago. Each country and region can no longer afford to care for anything else.
The fleet holding fast in the Pacific Ocean has become the last hope, yet also a solitary force.
Don't even mention reinforcements from the rear; if your own country hasn't summoned you back for aid with a dozen directives in a single day, that's already considered quite fortunate... But the reality is that of the ships attempting to return, fewer than 30% successfully made it back to their homeland. Most disappeared without a trace, died without even knowing how they died.
