Time slowly passed.
On Mars, the sun rose in the east.
But this time.
At the end of the Grand Canyon, along with the rising sun, over ten thousand blurry figures appeared.
"They're here!"
High in midair, the Fallen One's prince suddenly spoke.
His voice was soft, yet it spread throughout the entire camp.
In that instant.
More than ten thousand Fallen Ones, inside and outside the camp, looked up in unison, gazing toward the end of the canyon.
"They've finally come!"
"Those damn humans!"
"..."
The Fallen Ones breathed sighs of relief.
Compared to enduring this suffocating, oppressive tension, they'd much rather fight head-to-head with humans.
"Your Highness!"
"Your decision is truly brilliant!"
"All we have to do is wait here, and the Human Camp will deliver themselves right to our doorsteps!"
Next to the androgynous youth, a Fallen One squad captain chimed in with timely flattery.
The youth said nothing, only stared silently into the distance.
