It was high noon and the sun stood high in the air, shining its warm rays over the entire forest. The ALCRAN forest, close to one of the craters, was no longer peaceful and subtle.
Instead, there were people all over the place, large flying platforms hauling equipment from one position to another in a hurry.
These people were the Knight-class humans, the second line of defence after the sent awakened. Leading them was Lord Harvix, a large, middle-aged man who wore armor from neck to toe and carried a massive mace on his back.
Harvix, with his usual stern, disciplined look, ran the entire operation as tightly and quickly as he could. After all, he knew what was at stake.
Humanity and all of ALCRAN were in danger, so it was his decisive leadership they needed at a time like this.
Although, from the start of this mission up to this moment, he hadn't been able to get his mind fully together.
