Mid-May.
The sun was bright, the sky as clear as a wash.
Five hundred kilometers west of the Phaletis Kingdom, a Level 3 Battleship flying the blue flag of Phaletis remained stationary on the sea in a sailing-ship braking mode.
On the deck, two men and one woman, three young people clad in Navy uniforms with Wizard's robes over them, raised their hands and chanted long spells around a brass apparatus composed of a rune art disc, crystals, gears...
As they continued to chant.
A pillar of blue light shot up from the strange apparatus straight into the clouds, a sparkling ring of light unfolding magnificently.
At the same time.
To the north, south, and east of them, pillars of light rose synchronously in varying numbers.
detu——
The last incantation, filled with an inexplicable fear, resounded.
Centered around the numerous blue light pillars, invisible waves of light rapidly spread out.
