A few weeks had passed since the ancient artifact, the Tesseract, was returned to Damien. Since then, the situation in the lower half of the New World had gradually calmed down.
Tensions between the Federation and the Enclave of Oberon decreased under the subtle efforts of the SIGIL.
Speaking of the Surveillance and Interdiction of Global Incursion Landing, it had become somewhat independent from the Federal Government.
The funding was diversified, with Block 7 handling most of the budget. Naturally, with the increase in responsibilities, Damien had no choice but to lend some of his monsters for the sake of bureaucracy.
"You work fast, Proton. If not for you, I would have died here in this office." Francine's lips curved into a subtle smile, praising the assistance of the peculiar-looking human beside her.
