Hundreds of kilometers from the ruins of Magic City, a Floating Island Market cobbled together from various oil tankers, large ships, and drilling platforms floated on the sea.
Tens of thousands of people lived on this Floating Island Market, making it the largest of its kind within a thousand kilometers.
The aftereffects of the tsunami that had appeared a few days ago had dealt the Floating Island Market a considerable blow. Fortunately, the people on the island had raised anchor in time and avoided major losses.
Now, the entire Floating Island Market had returned to its usual bustle, with fishing, hunting, and trade all underway.
Just then, the solar-powered broadcasting system on the drilling platform at the heart of the Floating Island Market, which had been silent for who knew how long, suddenly crackled. Then, a gentle female voice came through:
"...This is Red Fortress Base... Special broadcast... The Savior has returned. As humanity's hope, you will soon receive the Commander's invitation to join the Salvation Army and welcome the revival of human civilization... The Savior has returned..."
The voice echoed continuously throughout the Floating Island Market. At first, everyone kept busy with their own affairs, merely puzzled, but they quickly froze in place like statues.
A sturdy, graying man grabbed the youth beside him and asked in a trembling voice:
"Haiwa... Did you hear that? Or am I, your uncle, hallucinating? That loudspeaker... What did that loudspeaker say? Red Fortress Base... Wasn't that the supreme human command headquarters from the ancient war of legend?"
As the Floating Island Market's chief minstrel, he found it equally difficult to control himself.
According to information passed down through generations, only the Savior and the Minstrel Council could control the Floating Island Market's communications system. This suddenly appearing voice was enough to prove