Many things happen without warning,
just like turbulence and collapse, like disasters and death.
Even if there were many subtle clues to alert us beforehand, no one could know how these spreading traces would aggregate and coil into an exaggerated disaster bud deep under the Ninth Land.
How effective could repeated eradication and vigilance, repeated scrutiny and consideration, truly be?
And when it finally broke through the soil, when the floods swept over the dam, when torrential rain poured from the sky, and when tsunamis ravaged, there remained nothing but passive responses beyond the scant preparations.
Just like this moment.
Ten minutes before the anomaly in Spring City.
A burst of firelight erupted from the wilderness outside the outpost, shooting into the sky.
The association's construction site.
