Panic immediately erupted inside Recycling Station Town.
On the edge of Recycling Station Town, simple defensive fortifications had been constructed—mainly trenches, ditches, and makeshift firing points.
For the average person, these might be "comforting."
At least they were, three hundred years ago.
The "Guard Squad" the Town Mayor had put so much effort in preparing assembled in a flurry, then rushed into the trenches, flustered. This team of only a few dozen members even charged in several different directions, failing to gather together in the same place at the first time.
The old Town Mayor stumbled into the trenches and yelled at the Green Forest outside, "We are a protected settlement! I advise you to just leave like this! If you kill our people, the Protectors will come to kill you!"
