[ Southern Vaizen / September 22, 0078 10:24 ]


The Navy wasn't there.

Fate stood on top of a skyscraper, above the large central dome of the Historical Museum and the surrounding residential blocks. Down on the streets, the situation was close to a controlled panic. Uniformed Forces officers were directing the evacuation procedures but there were few, too few of them…

She looked up but didn't see the Cradle. She felt it descending like back on Walder but couldn't make visual contact. It approached cautiously this time. The Navy wasn't there, so it had all the time in the world.

"Where are you, Chrono…?"