The ancient castle of the Azkato Family was built atop a lofty peak.
A steel airship with flames spewing from its tail climbed the endless mountain range of the Empire, flying straight toward the noble residence shrouded in clouds and mist.
In recent years, Azkato Company had already hollowed out the mountains in this region, spreading towering steel factories across every corner of the range.
The wind and snow howled, gray high-rises rose and fell, and the peaks beneath the castle were like armored guards; whether day or night, the world was forever lit with a cold, austere light.
The ancient family was protected in the skies of the Empire. Even if the Alliance came knocking, seized the Empire's New City, the Azkato Family could still rely on their giant conglomerate to go on surviving.
Millions upon millions of ordinary people labored day and night in the icy mountain factories; the great Azkato had long since clenched their fate tightly in its grasp.
