In the meantime, the continent of Versailles, the crimson sky lingered above…
The people in New Haven‑45 couldn't get used to this sky that was like a wound that refused to close.
A day had passed since the colossal mechanical structures appeared, and though they remained motionless, their silence weighed heavily on the defenders.
After all, they had no idea what it would do…
Would it drop some huge humanoid machines or mechas? Perhaps numerous Dragoons would be deployed from the sky?
They had no idea what it could do, and it was simply terrifying…
Althea stood at the watchtower, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The shelter had pulled out its telescopes and binoculars from Kai's gift packs. As for the telescopes, they were relics salvaged from abandoned observatories and scavenger runs.
Scouts rotated shifts, peering through lenses at the floating constructs.
