The world shifted its course, as it usually did every night.
The toll of the Ordeal of the Midnight had begun.
The moment the final hour of the Ordeal of the Dusk faded, a new presence coiled into existence—a vast, unseen force pressing against the edges of reality. It was as though the very air had thickened, the tension winding tight, carrying the unspoken weight of an inevitable storm.
From my vantage point in the observation dome, I watched as the Landship ceased its advance, the great machine halting its vast momentum in preparation for what was to come.
The entire bastion followed suit—the bastioneers, the Duolos, and the Heavenly Maids all shifting into a state of absolute readiness.
No one dared to take the Ordeal of the Midnight lightly, regardless of how advanced and prepared we are in terms of weaponry and information.
