The Judgment Angel.
The entire ship was bustling with activity.
Most of the supplies had already reached the Abode, but that did not mean the hauling was over. In fact, it had only just begun.
The crew were dismantling the usable parts of the warship and sending them to the Abode.
In Sidney's judgment, the Empire's Expedition Fleet would probably be very difficult to put back into service.
These ships, built at enormous expense, could only rest forever in the Sea of the Moon-whether there would even be a Sea of the Moon in the future was uncertain.
In short, the Empire's history of expeditions was probably coming to an end, but to the already tottering Empire, that no longer mattered.
Once someone was standing on the gallows, they would not care whether another noose was added around their neck.
Sidney saw no hope. He was simply doing everything he could.
The destruction of the Second Era was already certain. People had been in despair for so long that they had instead grown somewhat numb.
Watching the ships being dismantled and hauled away, Sidney felt a little melancholy. He poured himself drinks from a bottle of liquor-it had been set aside to celebrate victory in the expedition.
"El... liot? Want... a drink?"
Seeing the familiar figure ahead, Sidney waved the bottle in his hand.
Elliot glanced at him and frowned. "If you drink it now, what will we drink when the expedition ends in victory?"
"Pfft."
Sidney laughed and patted Elliot's shoulder. "You haven't even had a drink yet. How are you this drunk?"
Victory in the expedition? He could not have said that even when drunk.
The expedition had failed long ago, and humanity was another step closer to destruction. This attempt, like every one before it, had ended