In the lightless deep night, the shrill alarm sounded like an alarm clock, dragging everyone out of their peaceful dreams. Before anyone could react, the corridor lights lit up one by one, and the Morning Glow Advance awoke like a beast, with heavy noise resonating from the steel hull, growing louder and fiercer.
The great ship awakened, loaded with bloodthirsty demons, heading towards the final battlefield.
"Prepare to set sail, everyone."
The cabin door opened, and Arthur strode in, pressing the switch and bringing light to the dim interior, illuminating everyone.
Lorenzo rose from the darkness, the bright white of his eyes becoming increasingly intense, allowing everyone to see him clearly.
"Have we reached the battlefield?"
Lorenzo asked; the moment had finally arrived. He thought he would be excited and fearful, but his heart was incomparably calm, driven only by the thought of eradicating demons.
