At Rhodes Island's Arknights headquarters, even though it was already late at night, Kal'tsit had not stopped working. Fatigue had made her ears droop against her hair, yet her expression grew increasingly grave as her heartbeat quickened.
She rarely had such sudden premonitions, and every one of them meant that another disaster capable of destroying mankind had emerged upon this land of Terra, already so full of suffering.
What could it be?
Kal'tsit furrowed her brow. Her writing finally came to a halt. She lifted a cup of coffee that had nearly gone cold and, as she savored its bitterness, listed in her mind the enemies Rhodes Island might face in the future.
The Seaborn of the deep sea... Their numbers were enough to drown the entire world, yet even more terrifying was their formidable ability to transform and assimilate. If left unchecked, it was only a matter of time before they devoured the whole world.
Yet setting aside the Seaborn's unsettling appearance, how many people could guess that the Seaborn ravaging the oceans had once been a research project of a marine biology institute from a previous civilization?
So much time had passed. Everything was declining, while only those creations that had slipped out of control continued to advance.
Kal'tsit sighed, unsure whether she was blaming herself for having lived too long or lamenting that this land no longer had enough time to rise again.
It probably wasn't the Seaborn... Their last attempt to awaken the consciousness of Ishar-mla, the migratory sea god within Skadi, had already failed. For a species with such long lives, the odds of them launching another major operation so soon were practically zero.
The Demons of the north... They originated from the Wastes, a mysterious region that no one could fully comprehend. It seemed