The scent of bonfire lingered somewhere still. The beach before dawn was cold, and only the sound of waves repeated in steady rhythm. The suppression fleet that had departed from Karasagi Fortress was running aground one after another along the coastline of the Demon Continent, and soldiers were stepping down onto the sand. Eight hundred strong. A unit mixing elite soldiers selected from the Karasagi Knights' frontier response specialist division with regular infantry. Aira stood at the edge of the beach, gazing at the gray sky. The outline of the ruined city appeared to sink slightly inland on the horizon. Mist covered its outer edges, and the shapes of buildings were half-dissolved. The light before dawn was still weak, and the boundary between sky and earth was unclear. The wind was cold. The sand beneath her feet made fine sounds. (I've come.) That was all she thought. Not regret. Not sentiment either. Just the fact of standing here fell quietly into her body, and Aira silentl