‘How convenient.’
Everything on the battlefield fits together for the enemy as if tailored for them.
Looking back, it started with Halloween.
They’d been racing the clock to build a defense system, with no leisure to chew things over properly, but the date was far too favorable to the intruders. And—
Fundamentally, Babel Tower versus foreign incursion is a defensive war.
With a fortress as solid as Babel Tower guarding things, there’s no way the enemy should be able to settle so directly inside the local directory.
‘As if they were manufactured… weak points where the ley of the peninsula and the Tower both thin…’
Wait.
“Manufactured…?”
A prickle of wrongness.
With realization flashing across her face, Hong Haeya swung her chair around fast. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she shouted:
“Babel! Pull up a map of the internal crustal structure!”
[Is the requested area scope ‘Assigned Local Server — Korean Peninsula’ correct?]
“What else would it be!”
[Verifying permissions. Printing map.]
A wide map rendered, showing the earth beneath the ground—the flesh of the planet and the flow of leylines.
Her eyes darted.
She pinned a specific point, zoomed, and zoomed again—Hong Haeya’s eyes grew…