For the soldiers of the Highland Kingdom stationed at Fort Greta, today's experience would probably become the most incredible, bizarre, and fantastical memory of their entire lives—the "meteor fire rain" that fell from the sky, the heavy artillery bombardment that instantly shattered the Aberrant tide, the torrential storm that blanketed the entire plain, and the foreign warriors who descended amid the tempest...
Naturally, those foreign warriors included the ones who suddenly fell from the sky halfway through the battle and got stuck on the walls and towers...
"Hey, high-altitude drops always come with accidents. Who can say for sure what the weather'll do? We can only create conditions suitable for an airborne drop; we can't control every high-altitude air current one hundred percent," said a sea monster with long ocean-blue hair atop Fort Greta's walls, casually patting the shoulder of a nearby soldier as she explained why she had landed outside the battlefield. "When I jumped, I had my aim dead on. In theory, I should've landed right beside a small group of Aberrants that luckily survived the bombardment. But who knew I'd hit a gust halfway down? It was howling like crazy. I'd already finished switching forms, so it was too late to adjust my trajectory—and then, plop, I landed right at your feet..."
The soldier whose shoulder she was patting looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, his face full of nervousness. He gripped his weapon tightly while unable to stop himself from looking at this "foreign allied soldier" before him. Though she had a strange, snake-like tail, her upper body was still that of a beautiful lady, making the young man seem especially nervous and shy. "Th-then... you weren't hurt, were you? I saw you when you fell. It looked pretty bad—you were embedded halfway into the