Dawn City Prison.
Sitting in a dark cell, Bernie's face was etched with exhaustion and despair.
He could understand the failure of the expedition to the Grand Canyon. They had indeed underestimated the strength of the Grand Canyon, and even more so, the capabilities of the Holy Shield System.
Even after two centuries, the sky-darkening shield was still not something their artillery could penetrate. Their clone army launched a fearless charge, yet it still failed to alter the course of the battle.
Under the intense firepower of the Grand Canyon, their ten thousand troops were annihilated.
However, what Bernie couldn't understand was why, aside from not conquering the Grand Canyon, even a plain survivor settlement proved so difficult to breach.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the prison.
Bernie looked up and saw a familiar face, which made him freeze for a moment.
"…Vanus?"
Vanus sighed.
"So, it was you… How is Dylon?"