The sun rose and set. Time passed, and twilight flooded the land once more.

Dark clouds coursed above, concealing all celestial bodies. A cold atmosphere surged, spreading erratically.

Ten halos formed a gigantic magical formation in the air. Meshed together like gears they turned—each of them marked with ancient runes denoting a [meaning] in their center.

Flood, volcano, earthquake, endless night, cyclone, meteorite, drought, snowstorm, tsunami, and smog.

The names of the [Ten Plagues] gleamed at the pinnacle of the skies. The two brightest halos were [Smog] and [Endless Night]; fog formed from dusty dark clouds coursing across the skies blanketed the entire world, just as the polluted air absorbing every ray of light.

The sun, the moon, and the stars were dimmed.

Save for the thunder that crackled across the night sky, the world was silent.

Purple lightning illuminated the earth.

All that was left of towns and villages were deathly ruins; every settlement has fallen, except f