Lower City District. Armed Robot Factory.
Inside the deserted robot factory, an azure Octopus stood beside the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, gazing down from a high platform at the fully automated production line below.
At the same time, several smirking Octopuses stood beside the blue one, watching her.
"So? What we offer is exactly what you need, isn't it?"
"And this is just a fraction of the aid we're offering. Later, when the time is right, we can provide you with even more assistance!"
The gray Octopus was at least half a head taller than the blue one.
He stood beside the blue Octopus, his tone casual.
"So, Mr. Zane, what is it you truly want?"
"I don't believe you lords from the city districts would so kindly help us, the descendants of sinners from the surface. State your terms."
The blue Octopus, Greta, looked at the gray Octopus with a stern expression.
"Sinners? Aren't we all part of the Octopus clan? What's so strange about helping our own people?"
