Humanity's space exploration project had been progressing slowly but surely - it was predicted that half a century later, more people would be able to take their first step beyond our blue planet and venture to the nearest natural satellite, the Moon. This was what the general public knew so far. To them, it meant little compared to the highly entertaining political dramas that were going on among superpower nations, from territory disputes to increased military presences...to the ongoing nuclear talks that apparently weren't going anywhere.

Beneath their (un)watchful eyes, a handful of extraterrestrial beings had infiltrated amongst them. They seemed no different from humans- unless one accidentally hit the wrong button, no one would be any wiser of who they really were. This wasn't much of a concern for them, either. They were here for something far more dangerous than a race whom they could easily kill in three seconds flat.

No, they were here for an escaped entity that was from somewhere even further away, even older than themselves - a parasitic race who brought forth destruction wherever it lands, leaving these planets to waste and eventually erase them from the universe forever. Maybe some of them were after the humongous bounty that would probably make her the richest person in the entire galaxy, but there was another catch: this alien possessed an ability that could multiply that money beyond what numbers could show you, or you could simply become the god of the world.

The power to warp reality.

The chase had brought these greedy souls to a planet whose technology was considered ancient in their books, where its inhabitants were weak, useless creatures living in a mundane world built upon a peaceful facade. They were probably wondering: why would she choose Earth as her next target? What was the Queen's true goal?

A dying vision. A strange dream. A meeting that set the wheels of an apocalyptic destiny into motion.