A pale-white rainbow hung high in the wasteland's night sky, heading straight for the northern part of the New Continent at fifty kilometers per second.
Like a comet skimming across the surface, the white arc of light it left behind was magnificent and breathtaking, as though it were a divine miracle.
Unfortunately, obscured by that final thin veil of mist, not many survivors noticed the scene.
Only when it fell near the Giant Tree Root Sea Area did a few people curiously raise their heads toward the rapidly fading light.
"Did there seem to be some light over there?"
"Yeah, yeah. Could something good have fallen over there?"
"What good thing? Have you been reading too many fantasy novels?"
"Keep your voices down. The three major gangs are conspiring tonight to force that outsider to act through the Security Team. A lot of people might die, so don't let yourselves become the ones who stick their heads out."
"What a pity. What a damn shame. It would be one thing if those scumbags had bullied ordinary people like us before, but now even the Security Team that maintains order has become one of their targets."
"Nothing we can do. Who told this damn place to be the wasteland?"
"Hopefully the Security Team can hold out. Otherwise, I don't think we'll be able to stay in the Giant Tree Root Sea Area either. If those people take control of order, they'll probably squeeze us dry, right down to our bone marrow."
"We'll take things one step at a time. I'm already prepared to leave in the next few days."
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The milky-white light did not attract much attention.
After a few scattered comments, the topic returned to what was happening at the station.
Three hours earlier.
Before the sky had fully