"With the Will of Blood, inscribe Dawn."
The person on the other end of the phone added a final closing remark after the conversation ended.
Immediately after,
as the call disconnected,
the office sank into prolonged silence, broken only by the faint hum of several Mechanical Arms and the drip of condensation.
The oppressive atmosphere hung over the room like heavy leaden clouds, making it hard to breathe.
The man stood there alone, his figure exceptionally solitary beneath the cold light. He lowered his head slightly, as if considering his next move, or struggling with the choice he was about to face.
After a long while,
he took a deep breath and walked out of the office with firm steps, the metal floor echoing dully beneath his feet.
At this moment,
perhaps even Su Wen did not yet know what these people from the Interstellar Transport Company were planning to do.
But there was one thing he understood very clearly: why he had chosen this company for the Macro Chronicle.
He calmly placed both hands behind his head and leaned back on the sofa. Even the soft buzzing of all kinds of complex instruments around him did not disturb his thoughts.
And the answer was actually very simple.
Within the visible history of the Third Era, the Interstellar Transport Company had been one of the Resistance Army's greatest disguises and curses.
And being able to obtain this information was indeed thanks to Duke Miss and the Great Library of Moscow.
So, he merely spoke gently through the Dawn System:
"Angelia,
the previous Nuclear Crisis in Moscow should not have posed too great a threat with the protection of those sages from the Great Library.
But what we are about to do may be different.
Even now, I do not know