The soldier in the imperial army uniform received a blanket and a cup of warm honey tea. As he held the cup, still slightly trembling in his words, he told the story of how he and his fellow survivors had lived through these days:
"The atmosphere of the city was weird quite some time ago. And we could see more than the commoners as soldiers. The Ebon Blades suddenly gathered and took our quite a command, and gave some very odd orders, like to carry the Foundation Stone out of the city and bury them there...
"Later, they had forbidden any outside contact, saying that this is a special war measure, then they started segregating the encampment, and we were divided based on our brigade. And they had sent out brigades upon brigades out for missions, but no one actually saw anyone leaving the camp, and those people 'sent on missions' seemingly just disappeared."
