Miles away from the Endless Ocean to the West and from the Abyssal Scar to the North, beneath a sky that was drowned in distant neon storms, Iron Reef pulsed with life.
The capital city of the Freegrid Collective was not as boisterous as before as due to the public announcements in recent weeks.
There were still people moving through the streets, going about their business like usual, but the city felt slightly subdued due to the security measures that were put in place against a disaster that may or may not come.
There were more military barracks and checkpoints in the streets, and there were more drones patrolling in the sky.
At the border of the eastern districts of the capital city of the Freegrid Collective stood the Defense Tower, the heart and soul of the Freegrid Army, the military headquarters.
It was already a few weeks since Ghostwire got his new job.
Today was 19th March, Year 715 A.G.
