'What in the world is going on?' It had been nearly half an hour since the tridents had hauled off the unconscious citizens of Alliance, and not a single ship had come back to pick up the soldiers from the docks. Staring into the distance through a spyglass, Linkle was anxiously waiting for one of the ships to come into view from over the horizon. Having disappeared a while back, not a single one of them had shown themselves again. Stranding the soldiers and the elite soldiers, half of whom were now forced to form a barricade in the middle of the lower city to prevent the onslaught of angels still raining from above.
"Mercedes? Why aren't you here yet?!" Regalia screamed into her teleportation ring; however, her voice only carried around her, for Kleismeth's presence was still cutting off all communication and off the island. "Damn it! Why are these things so useless in emergencies!"
