On that war-weary planet—
"Hm~" Aro lay sprawled across the table meant for meetings and strategic planning, completely disregarding its purpose. His hands were clasped comfortably behind his head as he stared at the scenery around him, a faint, lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if he were on vacation rather than standing at the center of a war zone.
The moon orbited the planet at an unnaturally fast pace, tracing a pale arc across the sky. Blue vessels of the Note-4 family descended one after another, their massive hulls casting long shadows over the ground. Even the sight of terrified birds fleeing in chaotic flocks—from one stretch of land to another, startled by the thunderous presence of those colossal ships—felt pleasing to him. To Aro, every detail of this scene was strangely calming, almost beautiful.
