A month before the Empire invaded the Northern Territory.
"Ah-oh——ah-oh——oh——!"
The newly constructed call bell emitted the afternoon chime, a howl mixed with pain and some strange enjoyment, echoing throughout the Fungus Castle.
At the open-air bar beside the call bell, Tolin, Gleam, and Baroque gathered once again.
With their respective developments, they were long past the days of being roommates crammed in the same dormitory.
Tolin immersed himself in the research of recreating combat puppet technology, having a private lounge in the research area.
The place wasn't large, but it was well-equipped, far superior to their former collective dormitory, and now he only needed to worry about the progress of recreating combat puppets, without concerns for anything else.
Though for some reason, Tolin's fur seemed to be less dense than before.
Gleam joined the patrol team and secured a lodging near the headquarters.
