Morning of January 3, 1446, Rapids City.
A heavy horn sounded from the lookout post, and the forced-to-dock shipowners all looked up.
A wall of moving shadows occupied all their sight, and under the officers' shouts, all the War Monks already lined up on the deck.
In the cold wind, these black-clad War Monks stood straight, silver-gray long guns rested on their shoulders, brass-colored Holy Guns slung on their backs, military swords neatly worn on one side.
From the side, they appeared like a line of orderly Ancient Aier sculptures, their gaze sweeping indifferently across the curious yet fearful citizens.
The cross-pattern of gun and sword on the bow of the black ship was something the citizens had seen on notice boards and streets in the past few days.
Salvation Army, Guard Battle Group.
Four months later, this formidable army returned once again to its loyal Rapids City.
