How Are You?

The inside of the Sacred City’s basilica was dark but the starry sky shone. The flickering lights formed the brilliant aether sea.

"Is the observation record of Anglo still not ready?" Father Albert gazed at the westernmost corner. There, the starry sea was dim, almost swallowed by darkness. Only faint light flickered but he could not distinguish anything. "Bayer, it’s too slow," he said.

"Archbishop, the Musician Division is short of hands as well." Bayer shrugged helplessly. His image was projected from Anglo. Floating beside Albert, his image flickered with instability. "With the current situation, it’s difficult just to maintain this call."