Earth: 2214. Our population consists of 20.407 billion people. As we advanced further and further to what we called perfection, our ignorance clouded our judgement. We had become our own so-called "Masters" of travel and even living in space. We knew we were alone, and everyone convinced that we were nearing perfection. That took only a single moment to prove everyone wrong. They called it a spacequake. A rip in space sent our life as we know it into a whirlwind in panic. Why? Because it sent an entire planet crashing into ours. We survived somehow. Not ever expecting anything like this to happen, everyone panicked. Nobody, not even what was left of governments could qualm the storm of fear, until we met the Astrians. Astrians. Brute soldiers that had wings of angels. We were defenseless and unprepared, but they chose peace over war. Not taking long before diplomatic bridges were signed, our people build a bridge that connected our two planets. So Astrian and Human could live together in harmony. But this was old news to me, Because I've been sheltering one for years. My name is Natalia Earhart. This is the story of how Heaven and Hades collide, and earth is it's battlefield.