CountDown Spectra

Countdown ② [Spectra]

Preface:

The clanging of iron bars and shovels against stone rang everywhere. Everywhere, backs bent under the strain of hard labor.

Winter had come. The people still labored with all their might amid the ice and snow, digging through the frozen earth. As long as we had breath in our lungs, we would build this railway.

This was how steel was forged!

"Where should I begin? Where should I start with this long, wondrous story?"

Wood Plack cradled the thick volume of records. He still had a mountain of publicity work ahead of him. From the eight hundred heroes who had landed at Xiantai Prefecture to the final decisive battle on the mountain, there had been far too many unbelievable experiences, far too many strange and fantastical adventures—all recorded in these heavy paper documents.

Whether for audiences at home or abroad, it was crucial to explain this battle clearly, accurately, and with just the right touch.

There was no one to help him. After the battle was confirmed over yesterday morning, Mr. Luo Ping'an, the representative of the Gate of Wonders, had hurried back to the Xia Bang court to meet the emperor and discuss diplomatic matters at Hongfa Temple.

For the Great Xia Empire of Shambhala, this was actually more shocking than good news—

—it was like a terminal cancer patient whose cancer had not yet fully spread and who still had a glimmer of hope, when a professional medical team suddenly burst out of the bushes and operated on him on the spot. They cut straight to the source of the disease, then left before they had even finished stitching him up.

The old emperor of the Great Xia Empire had finally parted ways with the dynasty after dynasty of imperial "state preceptors." Lingguang Buddha