Story Reader / Floating Record / ER05 Sands of Wrath / Story
The sharp sounds of sirens blast through the air shortly after Noctis leaves, shattering the tranquility that followed the festivities.
With it, the Inver-Device sitting on No. 21 jumps to its end as she looks at the long road out of town through squinted eyes.
Something... is coming this way.
Right then, you see someone running this way from town.
Hey, what are y'all doing here?! Y'all want to run now! There are a bunch of Hetero-Creatures coming this way!
But it should have been three days from now...
The central plaza is growing crowded with people who have heard the siren and come out. All eyes are on Max now.
Sir...! Some of the Hetero-Creatures are in town now, and they've ****ing set places on fire... including the wheat fields...
Max shakes his head in resignation, unable to do anything about the influx of Hetero-Creatures and the fires devouring the town.
There is only one thing he knows he can do now as the mayor of this town—doing whatever it takes to make sure these people are safe, that is.
I... am afraid that New Oakley isn't surviving the atrocity. You all need to leave with the people from Babylonia now.
Max nods at everyone as he lets go of Fann's shoulder.
You all came from different places to this town, and you've been working and living here following our principles of "equality" and "neutrality."
You owe this town nothing, and you're under no obligation to fight this inevitable disaster for this town... so leave while you still can.
Hearing what Max said, however, they all burst out laughing.
Geez, what are you talking about? Are you drunk from the celebration?
I know, right? ****! Dude totally thinks we can't fight to save our town!
Son, this town is as much yours as it is ours. This is where we belong, and this is where I will be dying, too.
We might be ruffians, gangsters, or criminals, but we ain't leavin' the only place in this world that's taken us in!
Hetero-Creatures, you said? Just watch me drive them all out!
Rargh—
Guys...
Looking on with a smile on his face, Max pats Fann on the shoulder.
Well, well, well... I see you've all got your mind made up, huh? Guess this is gonna make for some good exercise after the festivities.
Let's do this!
With it, the townspeople whip out all sorts of weapons, and the owner of the tavern pulls out his jukebox, making the atmosphere festive all of a sudden.
Our bartender here will be in charge. Are we all okay with that?
I mean, this is pretty much the only hope we have of winning this fight, being the ragtag we are...
And those guys from the Purifying Force... No. 21, I need you to go and "politely" fetch those guys here for me. They damn well need to be part of this if they want to win!
Roger that!
Vera turns around. Holding you with a gentle grip, she whispers into your ear.
Look, I did tell Noctis that the "poison" isn't lethal... but...
You better know it for real.
Guys, they're coming!!
