"This whole planet consists of "refugees" and their descendants, does it not?" Yusei asks, thinking back to a conversation he'd had with Aoi way back when they were doing jobs for Olympia. It was only little more than a month ago, and yet faced with the ordeals they're facing now he can't help but feel overwhelmed by how much has happened in such little time.

An anachronism stew, of creatures gathered without rhyme or reason and dropped on this planet by curious gods, almost like a child gathering various species of bugs to put in the same dirt-filled bucket. Good natured and curious gods, he admits, but a little...careless, maybe?

"Due to the nature of this place, you'd think there's at least some kind of conflict between species...I mean, some of the things we've discovered over the past month, they don't seem evolutionary fit at all to survive, yet they're here."

Is it really safe for all these different beings to be together...?