The first ray of morning sunlight crossed over the eastern mountain barrier, casting a faint gold glow upon the undulating mountain ridges. The high-altitude gusts swept across the faint barrier above the Sky Fortress, filtering and guiding the cold upper air into a comfortable breeze. The Empire's Flag, hanging over the control center, fluttered in the wind, and the gold-thread-embroidered Sword and Plough Emblem undulated with the airflow. Rebecca paused on the main walkway of the upper deck, looked up at the superstructure of the Dawn of the Mortal World as it gradually gleamed with a metallic sheen in the morning light, and a silly smile slowly spread across her face.
She had grown accustomed to life on this Sky Fortress, and recently she increasingly enjoyed welcoming each sunrise on the upper deck of the Dawn of the Mortal World.
