On the desolate land, two figures stood atop the ruins of a crumbling building, overlooking the city that had turned into scorched earth.
This was a world completely dead, where all life had withered away. The surroundings were empty, devoid of any signs of life, even the wind had ceased to exist, and the whole world emitted a bone-chilling silence.
Suddenly, a roar came from the horizon, shattering the silence in an instant.
Accompanied by the deafening sound akin to mountains collapsing and tsunami waves, an endless stream of massive beasts and monsters converged into a black torrent, sweeping over from afar, covering the skies and devouring everything.
One of the two figures, dressed in a Magic Girl outfit with short brown hair and emerald-green eyes, said with a sense of helplessness, "This is already the thirty-fifth wave. It feels like their numbers aren't decreasing at all."