"Excuse , Are you looking for sothing?" a timid voice suddenly called out beside them.
They turned to see a child hidden in the shadows of a narrow alley, nervously watching them.
With their sharp perception, they quickly observed the child’s appearance.
The child wore tattered, almost beggar-like clothes.
His exposed skin was covered in dust, but his eyes shone brightly.
"What do you want?" Amalia asked, suspecting the child had ulterior motives.
A timid child wouldn’t approach strangers out of re goodwill.
"Do you have any food?" the child cautiously asked.
"Is food scarce here?" Amalia countered.
Although her question wasn’t answered directly, the child’s eyes lit up.
These two people were dressed neatly and seed unaware of the planet’s condition.
They were likely outsiders—and outsiders usually carried food.
"The war’s been going on for over a year. All the food on this planet, Shadron, has long been consud," the child explained.
"Why hasn’t anyone sent aid or supplies?" Amalia asked.
The child shook his head, the brightness in his eyes dimming. "The spaceships were destroyed a long ti ago. We can’t leave, and this planet is on the fringes of the Erythar Star System. No one prioritizes us. Besides, other planets are also engulfed in war. They wouldn’t share their resources with us."
Hearing the words "Erythar Star System," Amalia’s body tensed slightly.
This was her previous life’s world.
She distinctly rembered the existence of a star system nad Erythar Star System.
The Erythar Star System was part of the empire where she was born.
Although not vast, the Erythar Star System offered imnse possibilities, with many inhabited planets.
"Are there no military forces here besides you civilians? Doesn’t anyone care if you live or die?" Amalia pressed.
"They do, but their casualties are far heavier than ours. The enemy’s firepower is more advanced, their forces stronger, and without supply support, our soldiers are already at their limits," the child replied truthfully.
Amalia extended her divine sense and did spot several people in military uniforms.
However, like the civilians, they sat despondently by the roadside, their expressions vacant.
Reaching into her pocket, Amalia pulled out a small vial and tossed it to the child.
"I don’t have food for you, but this will keep you full," she said.
She and Kenny Lin had long stopped relying on food, having cultivated to the point of subsisting on spiritual energy.
Initially, the change had been difficult to adjust to, but after a few months of persistence, the habit stuck.
Although disappointed by the lack of food, the child didn’t refuse the vial of water.
Water, after all, was just as scarce on Shadron as food.
Just then, the ground shook violently, accompanied by a deafening boom, likely the result of artillery fire.
The city’s central alarms blared, a shrill warning of an incoming attack.
Amalia and Kenny Lin saw the expressions of despair spread across the survivors’ faces in the street.
"They’re back, they’re back!" The child’s face twisted in fear, and he turned around to run.
Kenny Lin who is as quick as ever, grabbed the child’s arm. "What do you an, they’re back?"
"Aliens—they’ve co again! The last ti was ten days ago. Normally, they take at least a month before attacking again!" The child struggled, but Kenny Lin’s grip was like iron.
Seeing the child’s genuine terror, Amalia gestured for Kenny Lin to release him.
The child dashed into a nearby alley, blending with others taking cover.
Only when the child had cald down enough to stop trembling did they speak again.
"What kind of aliens are you talking about? Can you tell more? I promise you’ll be safe," Amalia said gently.
The child looked at her blankly, as though too exhausted to respond.
The constant threat of death seed to have drained his will to resist.
He was incredulous that anyone still didn’t know about the aliens.
"Or maybe," Amalia rephrased, "you could tell where these enemies are coming from."
"Interesting. They seem to be a peculiar kind of lifeform," Kenny Lin comnted, his divine sense already probing far into the distance.
He had spotted nurous enemies hovering high in Shadron’s skies.
The enemies were varied—so piloted powerful chs, while others flew through the air unaided.
The airborne creatures bore a resemblance to beasts but also displayed humanlike features, as if their DNA were a blend of human and monster.
The beings inside the chs were similarly hybridized—half-human, half-beast—but lacking wings, they were unable to fly.
Whether piloting chs or soaring through the skies, these creatures wielded incredible destructive power.
They seed to know the humans on this planet had lost the ability to resist.
Their maniacal laughter echoed across the battlefield, a cruel celebration as they launched selective and calculated attacks.
"They’re the aliens that invaded our holand," the child said with trembling voice. "They’re higher-dinsional beings from a high-dinsional space. Born with imnse power, they don’t need the technological enhancents humans rely on to gain strength."
The child’s fear grew as he spoke, his body beginning to tremble once more.
"Our nation’s most advanced chs couldn’t even withstand a single blow from them before being obliterated."
"What year is it now in the Galaxy Calendar?" Amalia suddenly asked.
"Year 2459," the child replied.
"Is this your world?" Kenny Lin asked, studying her expression.
Amalia nodded his head faintly. "Yes... and no. The timing is off. When I left, it was the year 2497. Twenty years have passed. I didn’t expect sothing like this to happen. Aliens from higher dinsions invading a lower-dinsional space... How is that possible?"
"I thought this era’s technology was at the forefront of history, yet there’s an even higher dinsion of existence," Kenny Lin mused.
"There’s nothing impossible about it," Amalia replied calmly. "Mystic Void Continent’s technology is far more primitive than Earth’s, yet in terms of power, it surpasses even these aliens."
Of course, that was true for now.
However, In the future, Mystic Void Continent’s fate might differ.
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