EVIE
They were standing on a land that was as vast as the Olympic Stadium itself. The neighboring islands would not even hear the noise they would be making.
It is also as quiet as a graveyard, which means there are a small number of Edinians around the vicinity. It is the finest place to set up a hail cannon.
The King was doubtful of her, to start with. As likely as not, he assumed that starting an unfamiliar machine would just be a waste of time.
Despite that, his desire to keep Edin secured must have gotten the best of him. He gave her all the materials that she needed to make it work.
"Assemble it here," Evie pointed to her feet. She was at the center of a barren field in which the sun's rays were gazing at the present time.
"Yes, my lady," the helpers bent their heads and quickly placed the fragments of iron that they carried from Paradis to the Land of Acera.
