Depart
Editor: Atlas Studios
Dusk approached.
The clouds seemed to have caught fire, painting the Sanctuary that was under reconstruction in a pale-yellow color. Above the base, a fleet of mercenary ships was quietly docked, causing those on the ground to constantly turn their heads up to glance at it, a sense of envy and respect appearing in their eyes.
What had happened in the past few months had completely subverted the world view of Planet Aquamarine's people. It was like a dream, where one would wake up the next morning feeling dazed as they recalled the happenings of that day. It would always take a while before they regained their senses.
The suspended spaceships resembled a banner, constantly reminding them that this planet had entered a new era. It was not about the exchange of power from an 'old era' to a 'new era' but rather a brand-new age as a result of the breaking down of barriers, truly connecting them to the interstellar regions.