The moment before dawn.
Under the dark ink-like sky, a small battleship a hundred meters long with a peculiar shape appeared on the outskirts of Cherry City.
It slowly ascended from the mountain-encircled area, its greenish-black paint already blending it completely into the night, but the gathering points of blue light at the ship's front cannon let people gradually, fuzzily, perceive it.
Above was a semi-circular shell, below was a tangle of tentacle-like thin branches, each one twisting, entwining, like earthworms.
It looked like a mutated, ugly beetle or a kind of jellyfish.
With each twist and entanglement of the seemingly alive branches and tentacles, the front cannon, ten meters in diameter, gathered more light.
