Somewhere within the vast expanse of the wasteland that stretched far and wide between the Panama Region at the south, Kizhtanik Citadel on the west, and the smell of the seawater at the faraway east—was the rumbling marching titanic machinery vessels alongside hundreds smaller vehicles as the vanguards, gliding across the sandy soil and its frying temperature.
Amongst those packs of titanic Landships, there was a male youth with carefree yet energetic exuberance, carrying a piece of document while running around the places.
