In a teahouse, a storyteller rambled on.
"Ursus has the coldest winters and the iciest snow. It has the most merciless system of governance, and the coldest, most oppressive army.
When that army, darkening the sky as it advances toward you, step by step, you will surely tremble as you gaze at the proud giant bear..."
"So, it's time to end this."
Seated atop the Sarkaz's corpse was a young man, at odds with the enormous body beneath him.
And with him were tens of thousands of Operators who belonged to him alone
With no home, no trace, like fallen leaves without roots, perhaps this was... the Golden Squad!
