955 The Power of Emotion

The eleventh of November on Starfall Year 847—on that rather solitary day, New Xillia saw the arrival of its first visitors from the Moldavian Liege's Residence.

A slow-moving scout ship landed on platform 0001 of the residential area, with five people stepping out, carefully and curiously surveying the unusual world.

"A disc-shaped shelter… never thought that such a thing that blatantly disregards the rules of physics could actually be made…"

Priest Omni, leader of the Elite Party, dragged his luggage while looking up in wonder at the sun over his head along with the massive trunk of the World Tree that appeared to be the pillar of the world. It was laden with roads and rails that could fit enchanted tanks and railguns, and Priest could not help but to click his tongue. "I'll just have to write a few detailed reports about what I think after staying on this world for two weeks? The simplest mission yet."

"Isn't it?"