Five years after the support first arrived, the situation had reached its absolute peak. The balance that had barely been holding together all this time was now completely shattered, and the once-proud castle of paper that had stood upright despite every storm began to sway more violently than ever. Everything was now positioned on the very edge of collapse, trembling as if a single, gentle breeze would be enough to send the entire structure crumbling into irreversible ruin.
And in that specific year, that breeze finally came—
No… not a breeze.
A storm. A true, devastating storm.
Twenty new Note fleets of the fourth generation suddenly arrived.
