"Goodbye, brothers, don't miss me... Your Pangolin uncle needs to solo for a while."
The Iron Heart pulled up its anchor chain and, under the noon sunlight, gradually moved away toward the east.
Thousands of thoughts were carried away by the giant whale floating in the clouds, as the Old Soldier waved goodbye to his triumphant brothers.
Soon, he would triumph too.
Only, his destination was not the City of Dawn, but Triumph City.
Although he did not know by what means Salen, the Legion Leader of the Eastern Legion, had used, they had returned to Triumph City as victors in any case.
Honestly, even now, the Old Soldier was confused.
The Legion had fought a war that made no sense and then returned home just as nonsensically, startling both corporations and academies, but it was unclear exactly what these big-nosed folks had won.
Consider it a win, then.
He did not care for these trifling matters; what truly saddened him was something else.
