Under the polar night sky, the Steel Giant Island, silent for nearly two million years, accompanied by ancient and weathered relics of prehistoric civilization, along with iron roads extending straight in the darkness—and the self-activating streetlights.
Amber let out a yelp and vanished in front of Gawain, only to reappear after half a minute with half her head poking through the Shadow Rift, nervously observing the surroundings as she cautiously muttered to herself, "Nothing's going to come out, right?"
Gawain, holding the Sword of Pioneers in one hand, reached forward with the other to pull Amber out from the Shadow Rift, while maintaining a vigilant stance as he whispered, "No… but it seems like something here has noticed our presence…"
