For centuries, the people of Byron Star have always felt a sense of crisis, under the backdrop of interstellar wars, as weaker planets are in fact very vulnerable.
Above Byron Star, a sword of Damocles always hung.
Now, the sword had descended, and it could once again destroy Byron Star—if the cities were to be destroyed, the armed forces wiped out, then humanity would not even have the capacity to resist the Monsters, and they might very well repeat the disasters from hundreds of years ago.
Chuanxing City now lay beneath those ominous clouds, with no one able to predict what would happen tomorrow, no one knew if they would even have a tomorrow.
The suffocating feeling was terrifying, shaking even those who had previously supported the war.
This was particularly true for those with families, with children.
Under this cloud, one of the Federation's flying devices flew towards the sky above Chuanxing City, heading straight for the Lancelot Star warship.
