So they need to remain vigilant forever.
They cherish the unique tranquility and warmth of Hamilton and are unwilling to see any crisis break it.
Time slowly passes in such work.
This is the work of the Night Watcher Squad at the outpost.
Stable and monotonous, yet relaxing and pleasant.
The sun slants to the west, and the sunset dyes the fields into a gorgeous amber.
Just as they completed the investigation of Block Four and were preparing to return to the outpost through an orchard laden with heavy apples.
Bran's detector suddenly emitted a high-frequency buzzing, completely different from before.
The pointer violently oscillated in the rarely touched red zone of the dial, and the crystal core shimmered with unstable purple cold light.
"Captain!"
Bran's voice carried a hint of uncertain tension.
