Evening of September 7th, Aran Imperial City.
The city has already fallen into a frenzy of celebrations and gambling.
Even at dawn, there are fireworks shooting into the sky—near the Stargazing Festival—numerous giant celestial bodies, various moons, and the brilliant starry river shine even more vividly.
The indulgence emanating from this enthusiasm climbs along the gothic skyscrapers and converges at the Imperial Arena, forming a summer haze tinged with the scent of rust.
In an unassuming hotel, outside the window, the continuous gas supply through the pipes silences all external joy, and only a Tiger-man stares at the wireless transceiver, his expression grim as water.
This machine is somewhat malfunctioning in Aran Imperial City; according to Mo Yutong from the main base in Heaven Port, the rapid development of the Aran Imperial City New Industrial Zone is far more efficient than Heaven Port.
There should be interception measures, but they are not very mature.
