Grand Canyon, Origin City.
A silver aircraft dragged a faint blue arc of light as it slowly landed on the spacious tarmac.
Compared to the diverse Survivor Settlements of the Wasteland, this settlement located deep in the valley appeared unremarkable.
A majestic giant gate stretched across the center of the valley, and behind it, the rock walls were lined with rows of houses. A vast expanse of glass curtain wall covered the top of the slope.
The people living here were like reclusive hermits, hurried in their movements, cloaked, and their calm expressions were difficult to discern whether sacred and solemn or simply numb.
Survivors living in the Grand Canyon, like the canyon itself, were mostly indifferent to events outside the Holy Shield.
Unless it was time for them to fulfill an ancient contract.
And now was that time.
Escorted by a group of soldiers, the aging and majestic King of the Lion Kingdom slowly walked towards the tarmac.
