The dusk along the coast of Harp Sea was supposed to be gentle.
Fishermen hauled in their nets and returned to port, children chased waves on the beach, smoke rose gracefully from red-tiled rooftops carrying the aroma of grilled fish. But on this day, the sunset was stained blood-red.
Woo~ Woo~
The piercing air raid sirens shattered the quiet.
People looked up in confusion to see flocks of iron birds flying from the horizon, the black objects hanging under their wings gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"It's airplanes! Western Pole Kingdom's airplanes!"
Someone screamed.
In the next second, heavy bombs fell like raindrops.
Boom~
The first bomb landed in the middle of the fishing port, the shockwave tore wooden fishing boats to pieces, burning diesel spread across the sea, flames instantly engulfing the fishermen who couldn't escape in time.
