"A hole, huh?" Inside the crown of the towering Citadel, Abraham sat upon his comfy chair with a narrowed gaze. Before him was none other than Laplace, who had recently completed her mission and eliminated the invaders in one fell swoop. Though, it brought about change in geographical features that could only be considered as permanent.
After a short while of thinking, he sighed and realized that there was no used worrying about it. The edges of his lips rose as he remarked. "Was the Apostle a challenge, Laplace? He must have been a strong one to warrant a vast depression that took a chunk of the island." His words resounded, earning the thoughtful expression of the dragoness.
