The metal on the earth's surface crumbled, the fierce winds howled, and after many epochs, the moon welcomed a challenger once more.
The last war was too long ago; memories have blurred, and even historical documents have slowly been lost.
In the Seventh Epoch and Eighth Epoch, there were no lunar landing plans at all.
The long dormancy caused all ambitious souls great agony, the prolonged endurance even more painful than death.
But this time, someone has landed on the moon again!
Those few Strangers who lived through the Sixth Epoch war couldn't help but weep; they recalled the past, the Sixth Epoch was a golden opportunity, but they squandered it.
As of today, the enemy's strength has significantly increased. Is there truly any hope for victory?
They themselves do not know, merely unable to stop themselves from shouting.
Perhaps this is what they call the Thought Steel Seal.
