Editing City Series:Volume6b Chapter7 (section)

===Part 1===

The shipyard to the west of the base was covered by the Globe Protect ether shield created by the AIF.

The shipyard’s ceiling barrier was closed beneath that 300-yard glowing hemisphere. It was shut to protect the ships within, but that meant the AIF had complete control of the area above it.

The AIF’s main force of Glossolalians stood on the edge of the ceiling barrier, firing on the base guards attempting to surround them. Others spread out to important points along the road to secure an escape route.

They were all focused on the top of the ceiling barrier.

Several large emblem charms were attached to the seam in the metal barrier. They were known as Lock Charms and commonly used in construction and for mooring ships. They only worked with gravity in a single direction, but they would activate on a surface to hold two objects together.

That barrier could not be opened from the inside or outside.

The top of the barrier was essentially a giant plaza now and a 3-yard Tune Emblem was being drawn there. The circular emblem accelerated and processed the Lives in the air.

It was being drawn by four young men in AIF uniforms.

An old man in the same uniform stood in the center with a sword Device at the ready. Once the emblem was complete, he would strike it with the sword to activate it.

High-purity Phlogiston stolen from the Vaterland was being emitted into the shipyard below the barrier. It was pure enough that the moonlight alone was enough for it to go berserk.

As is, it would react to the surrounding space and detonate, but by igniting it with the Tune Emblem above, the barrier would become a giant oven.

That was why they worked so hard to protect that barrier.

Then a sound erupted in the western sky.

They all briefly looked up beyond the thin defensive light surrounding them, where something was happening on the western side of that ether shield.

They saw a continual eruption of sparks and smoke.

Something like large artillery shells were flying in from the west.

The Emblem Master on the west spread his arms and reinforced the shield there.

The shellfire continued. The western side of the shield glowed white with heat as the hits continued.

Conservation of energy sent the force of the blows back to the caster. Shields like this did not eliminate the damage – they distributed it. If an impact could not be distributed, either the shield would shatter or the damage would reach the caster.

The nails were stripped from the westmost young man’s spread fingers, blood spraying.

“––––!”

But he held his position. The shellfire stopped, the overheating settled down, and the shield’s glow returned to its original color.

The four young men working in the center of the barrier jumped out from the center.

They had finished drawing out the Tune Emblem.

Only the sword-wielding old man still stood in the center.

He raised the sword straight overhead.

A beam of light extended skyward.

But then something went wrong.

A sound much like shattering glass, came from directly above.

The puzzling sound was high-pitched yet quiet as it spilled down.

“…?”

Everyone looked up within the sounds of gunfire and blowing wind.

They all saw what had caused the sound.

A hole had appeared in the sky. A 5-yard circle had opened at the very top of the shield, like someone had scooped out a chunk with a spoon.

The shield had been destroyed.

“!?”

The Emblem Masters’ confusion was interrupted by a single sound and a single Text bursting through that hole.

The sound was the reverberation of a great mass soaring through the sky.

The Text was as follows:

<Nothing can obstruct the Hero’s vision.>

Something shaped like a black dragon passed above that hole revealing the scarlet night sky.

But that was not all. They all saw a light drop down from the object.

The light was a line of silver. It descended along a line so straight it could be called meticulous.

It was a person – a young man in military pants and a combat vest, his long brown hair fluttering in the wind of his descent and a silver sword held aloft.

His descent was accompanied by a greeting.

“The Kaiser Schwert has arrived!”