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"Your Excellency, an urgent telegram from the outlying towns!"
A Red Glove clutching several reports knocked urgently on the door of the temporary command headquarters.
After receiving the telegram, the Red Glove had immediately run out of the Telegraph Office, skirting three or four crowds that had spontaneously gathered in the squares to pray along the way.
This city, built around the headquarters of the Church of Evernight, possessed absolute loyalty to the Evernight Goddess. It was precisely this devotion that had led most of its people to resolutely refuse evacuation when war came. They had only let the children and elderly leave, choosing to remain in the city themselves to help the Church's members, swearing to fight together until the very last moment.
They took the initiative to bring wounded people withdrawn from the front into hospitals and even their own homes for treatment, providing clean food and clothing to the soldiers and Beyonders fighting the war. The fierce war bound the Beyonders and the people tightly together, more closely than ever before.
Bang, bang, bang! The door finally opened after the Red Glove pounded on it several times, and he hurried inside.
"Your Excellency, the latest telegram! Stars Town has fallen, and none of its residents survived. On its way to reinforce the First Legion, Feysac's Second Legion sent a vanguard to sweep through Stars Town. A Demigod was suspected to be leading them!"
"When this telegram was sent, His Excellency Archbishop Galian of the Moon Cathedral had already set out to investigate..."
Someone else happened to be making a report inside. The clatter of typewriters and telegraphs was incessant, and tension permeated the small building, which had been temporarily requisitioned after all its residents evacuated.
The Red Glove tightened his grip on the new telegrams. Once