Winter was drawing to a close, yet the lingering fog still blanketed Alderan for long stretches. The rolling mist blurred this Typhon capital known as the "City of a Thousand Years," turning its soaring spires and densely packed rooftops into strange silhouettes and phantoms in the haze. Rosetta Augustus stood at the highest point of the Obsidian Palace, looking down over the city. The dense fog before him inevitably reminded him of the war now gradually spreading across the entire Civilized World.
This war would not end anytime soon. After the initial bloody battles that had raged like a violent storm, and the crisis that had nearly spiraled out of control, the territories of the civilized nations and the wasteland frontier had gradually settled into a stalemate. Along the long front surrounding the Ancient Gondor Empire, the forces of order and chaos waxed and waned, deeply entangled, with no sign of any dramatic shift in the situation. Now that winter was about to end, fighting along the border would likely intensify once more with the arrival of the Month of Revival.
Yet amid this deadlock, the scholars of the Cecil Empire seemed to have found a way to "end it all."
"A Blockade Wall running through the Gondor Wasteland..." The ruler of the Typhon Empire spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself. "Diana, what do you think of this?"
As Rosetta finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the darkness beside him. The black-haired maid who had served the Augustus Family for several centuries lowered her eyes and replied in a gentle, respectful voice, "My apologies, Your Majesty, but my knowledge is insufficient to interpret this matter. I know no more about the wasteland than ordinary human scholars do, and I have no way of judging