War is like a train with no known destination, advancing along its tracks.
No one can stop it, and no one knows what the end of the tracks will be. Humanity can only move forward with the inertia of war, unable to halt and ignorant of the fate that the next second holds.
Outside the window at every stage, there is scenery unique to that stage. Perhaps it will only be decades later that people realize that the day they experienced was the moment history changed its direction. At the time, no one had the leisure to care about these things.
Everyone was like fish in a dried-up pond, desperately struggling for breath in the muddy puddle at the bottom.
In 2063, in the second year of the full-scale outbreak of war, the leader of the Western Alliance, the Binart Empire, finally launched a full-scale offensive quietly and without warning.
When Sobel launched, it was a thunderbolt strike.
