The sunlight spilled over the Steam Nation, and the clear weather brought joy to people's hearts. Influenced by a card-playing goddess with her own soundtrack, the Steam Nation welcomed another splendid day.
The doors of a certain bar were flung open with force, and out walked a group of hulking figures clad in various armors and different styles of helmets, their faces clouded with intense resentment and hostility.
This towering resentment almost formed a shield of gloom, and the passersby hastily steered clear, starting to whisper among themselves.
Speaking of which, none of the armors these people wore seemed to be in vogue in the Steam Nation; could they be warriors from afar who had come here to work?
"How pitiful, their resentment is so strong, it must be because they have to work overtime even on their rest days, right?"
"Didn't the Steel Church ban overtime? After all, machines need maintenance too."
