Starfall Year 841, Fort Pioneer, the edge of the Lost Galaxy.
"A peculiar dimensional rift?"
Unlike what Zero Three imagined, Joshua, who was sitting at the center of the hall did not react much to the news. His expression was impassive when he repeated those words, before he looked up slightly and blankly at the ceiling of the hub control hall.
"Joshua? Did your spirit deviation rate rise again?"
Even as she hurriedly glanced at the warrior's data, Zero Three realized that Joshua's deviation rate was at 65%—though high, it was not unusual since that number was almost reached 100% a while ago, having decreased considerably because as Continental War went on public beta. Still, she asked curiously, "Joshua, the External Exploration Department, and the mage researchers are speculating that the dimensional rifts that only appear around lone adventurers is no natural phenomenon, that there has to be a powerful faction spying on us."
