This is no longer the bustling, noisy trade port where people of all kinds are only rushing for their livelihoods; it is a temporarily constructed, efficiently running war fortress filled with a solemn determination.
Ships bearing the insignia of the Night Watcher enter and exit in an orderly manner, serving as critical nodes in maintaining this lifeline.
Various supplies still need to be rapidly transported here, and some commercial activities still must be carried out.
Especially after the nearby rift has been blocked.
"Gather!"
The instructor's familiar and loud voice pierced through the port's clamor.
New recruits dressed in uniform leather armor quickly assembled into a formation.
Adam noticed his classmates around him—some like Tokke unable to contain their excitement, some like Eva seriously documenting everything, and a few with slightly pale faces, tightly gripping their weapons with trembling hands, but all eyes were invariably directed towards the purple sky.
