When the countdown to the final judgment reached its end, what were people doing?
The spearhead of the Magic Tide approached its destined point of convergence. It was now only a stone's throw away from the tiny planet inhabited by mortal beings. The first warning came from the Voyager satellite array, while the second came from the Observer Chamber located in the Ogre Tribes Nation—the two warnings were less than three and a half minutes apart, and when they arrived, most of Cecil had yet to see the sunrise.
At four in the morning Cecil time, in Luan Hub, Tower Keeper Grin woke from his sleep. A chaotic, tangled dream had left him irritated, and the dim sky beyond the window reminded him that it was not yet time for the shift change—but he was no longer sleepy. So he put on his coat and went to the equipment room at the top of the tower. He shared a simple breakfast with his colleague on night duty, then took a cup of hot coffee to the observation window, contemplating the day's work while waiting for dawn.
At the same time in Alderan, sunlight had already flooded the entire district. The towering Clock Tower began to chime, and the vast imperial machine began its daily operations. Workers heading to factories and mail coaches rolling through the streets appeared hazy in Alderan's morning mist. On this chilly morning, Grand Duke Ferdinand, now advanced in years, felt stiffness in his joints. Before setting off for the Obsidian Palace, he thought of Andesa, who was still stationed at the border—he truly was getting old. Even the famed Steel Duke would one day have rusted joints. Perhaps... it was time to concern himself with his granddaughter's lifelong happiness.
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