"The enemy won't sit and wait to die," he murmured. "We need the strongest possible defenses, or we could be ambushed at any moment and have our rhythm shattered. I can't allow any accidents to happen."
From afar came several wolf howls, merging with the wind and snow into a mournful, piercing symphony that made hearts tremble for no reason at all.
In the camp, no one had the spare attention to feel the cold, because hanging at their chests was not just a mission, but the heavy responsibility entrusted by the future fate of all.
Time flowed away like water. Several days later, after countless failures, after repeatedly recompiling and adjusting the data, after innumerable sleepless nights of lonely lamps and grueling trials—at last, "It's done!"
Reina's eyes flared with a long-lost excitement and steadfast light. She clenched her fists before her chest, as if a burden had been lifted, yet remained on guard.
