"I'm not the jinx."
"Shut up."
"This isn't my fault."
"Shut up."
"But I-"
"Shut up." This time, everyone had to join hands to stop Marcel from talking. They were all well dressed in their formal attire, standing in formation on the front steps of the Stardust Manor. The headquarters of the Falling Stardust and capital building of Ethos.
The sky was clear of airships, and the roads were clear of coaches and bikes. The entire territory had received a makeover and everything new was hidden away. Even the towers were powered down, for the time being, bringing the Imperium concentration down to normal levels.
"Was all this necessary? What's the difference if they see it?" Marcel spoke in a dissatisfied tone.
"Well, if they see it, they will know we are the Falling Stardust who has been supplying the battlefield with weapons and supplies. Including their enemies," explained Fitzroy.