Inside the median fringes of the Frontier, the vast rough seas roared as the heavens blackened in the turbulent storm. The azure tint of thunder flashed amongst the dark clouds as the burdensome rain descended sideways. Islands have sunk into the deepest of the abyss, leaving no signs of civilizations behind. But above the stormy skies, vessels of steel emerged.
The tempestuous winds beyond the storm were unforgiving, yet the air distorted as a light gleamed with unparalleled radiance. Silhouettes of vessels materialized, emanating hope amidst the chaos that ruled the heavens and the earth. These strategic ships were part of the expedition fleet belonging to the country of hope and freedom, the United World Government.
