Early the next morning, Marsel City's Energy Tower was already surrounded by the garrison.
At dawn's first light, the soldiers were already lined up in the cold wind, their breath forming frosty mist in the morning light.
They wore heavy winter uniforms, fur-trimmed military hats, and the steam rifles in their hands gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the morning light.
Everything was prepared according to the highest security standards.
Barriers were set up on every street radiating from the Energy Tower, guarded by fully armed soldiers.
Temporary checkpoints were established at every intersection, with soldiers patrolling every ten steps, with sentries every five steps, not even a mouse could sneak past.
The garrison commander personally inspected each post, his hawk-like eyes missing no details.
