Omega Alpha looked down upon the ruins of worlds after their rampage. There was no trace of life or civilization left, only debris, smoke, and flame under a crimson sky. The scene was undoubtedly terrifying; yet, their gaze held neither satisfaction nor sadness, only a cold, blank stare followed by a tired sigh.

It wasn’t as if there had been no resistance. But what could anyone or anything do against the Exiled of Worlds themselves? When the rampage first began, the Council and Myth were the first to respond. They did everything within their power to stop Omega Alpha, but as one might expect, their efforts were in vain.

And once the strongest of beings had fallen, there was nothing left in existence significant enough to even slow Omega Alpha from leaving a trail of ruin behind wherever they went.