The game continues.
Bologue brings Ewen to the platform, where everyone else is, "Wake everyone up first."
Uncertainty lingers in Bologue's heart; he always feels like something bad is about to happen. Looking to the side, the ghost soldiers have long finished maintaining the Dawn, their figures begin to blur until they completely vanish from sight.
A layer of brand new, heavy armor covers the carriage of the Dawn, thick smoke mixed with sparks spews, the engine hums lowly, like an enraged bull ready to charge forward at any moment.
It's hard to imagine what kind of challenges lie ahead, requiring such an armored train.
As the original author, Bologue once thought Ewen could be of some use in the game, but clearly, now this game is ruled by the Joyous Desire Witch, Ewen is just a writer, he can't change anything.
"Hmm? What's wrong."
Aimou rubs her eyes, chilled to the bone by the sea breeze, only then noticing the change in her surroundings.
"There's a problem, wake up."
