Several days of snow covered Washington Base City. Snowflakes fell from the pale clouds like gray feathers, dancing in the biting wind.
Suddenly, alarm bells sounded one after another, echoing in the sky above Washington Base City. As the highest-ranking commander of Washington Base City, when Oria heard the alarm, he walked out of the church hall at a steady pace. He stood in the middle of the garden in front of the church and looked up at a huge shadow in the sky.
The black shadow slowly descended. As the roar of an engine sounded from the sky, a biting cold hurricane swept the snow in the garden below.
Oria stood as still as possible against the wind. At this moment, David, who was beside him, was kneeling with his left hand on his right chest and his head lowered.
The black shadow slowly landed. Its figure could already be recognized in the swirling snow. It was a black aircraft. When it landed in the garden of the church, Oria also knelt down.
