The citizens of the Seventeenth District belatedly realized the arrival of war.
Or, to be more precise, by the time they heard the sound of gunfire and explosions, the mechanized troops, which seemed to come from nowhere, had appeared before them like ghosts.
Screams erupted one after another.
The overwhelming force of the mechanized troops left them with no escape; they could only bury their heads in the sand and hide in nearby shelters.
Even the usually arrogant and domineering gang members had no choice but to flee in disarray in the face of real war machines.
Atop the tallest building in the bustling area of the Seventeenth District, Langinus sat alone in his wheelchair, looking down at the city.
