Abraham stood on the bow of the UNS Trinity of Solace, watching the southern coast of Terra with interest. The breeze of the northern sea ruffled his jet-black hair and fluttered his fleet admiral's coat. Amidst the coastal landing of his navy, he remained undaunted by the sparks of war.
The UNS Trinity of Solace kept firing its naval guns, intending to bombard the southern coastal defense lines of the Colonial Dominion. Yet, because of the runic shields installed by the Magus Tower, it remained impeded with its shells explosion above the defensive lines.
But it was a matter of time until the runic shields of the southern coastal defense lines crumble under the firepower of his capital battleship. Though, he soon furrowed his eyebrows upon realizing an unusual state of the southern front.
It was the simple fact that no Magus stood along the colonial guards fighting for the existence of the southern coastal defense lines.
