The enormous Ronker towered like a mountain peak with its twelve massive pillar-like legs. It loomed over the entire Albion Isles. Every single individual on the island looked up at Ronker with their hearts gripped with dread.0

They had zero idea as to what the Governor was up to.0

Laesto had just stumbled out of the bar; Ronker's shadow loomed over him, prompting him to look up and curse, "What the hell is going on?! I don't know what's happening, but that rascal Charles must be involved in this somehow. Damn it! Is he not even going to let me die in peace?!"0

He stopped a car and asked the driver to drive toward the docks.0

Everyone felt a shiver down their spines as Ronker's mechanical gears shifted and generated a distinct, low rumbling. Even Charles...0