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Frontier
     sectors were stripped of all means of transportation. Though there were many in the
     Nobility who’d expected this day would come and had established transportation networks
     in the sectors they controlled, they inevitably lost the enthusiasm and desire to
     maintain the networks themselves.
    Even now, silver rails ran through prairies damp with the mists of dawn, and somewhere
     in colossal subterranean tunnels lay the skeletons of automated, ultra-fast hovercrafts.
    Before carriages became the sole means of transportation, accidents caused by the
     failure of radar control and power outages occurred frequently.
    To the humans, who’d learned how to use the scientific weapons of the Nobility or
     could penetrate the vehicular defenses with armaments they’d devised on their own,
     Nobles in transit and immobilized by day were the ideal prey.
    Due to the intense demand from the Frontier, the Noble’s government in the Capital—where
     the remaining power was concentrated—constructed special defensive structures at strategic
     locations along their transportation network.
    These were the Shelters.
    Though built from a steel-like plating only a fraction of an inch thick, the Shelters
     could withstand a direct hit from a small nuclear device, and there were a vast array
     of defensive mechanisms armed and ready to dispose of any insects who might be buzzing
     around with stakes and hammers in hand.
    But what made these Shelters perfect, more than anything else, was one simple fact—
    “There’s no entrance?” D muttered from atop his horse.
    Exactly. The jet-black walls that reflected the white radiance of the sun didn’t have
     so much as a hair-sized crack.
    Looking up at the heavens, D started silently down the hill.
    The pleasant vernal temperature aside, the sunlight that ruthlessly scorched him was
     unparalleled agony for a dhampir like D. Dhampirs alone could battle with the Nobility
     on equal terms by night, but to earn the title of Vampire Hunter, they needed the
     strength to remain impassive in the blistering hell of the day.
    As D drew closer, it seemed the surrounding air bore an almost imperceptible groaning,
     but that soon scattered in the sunlight.
    At D’s breast, his pendant glowed ever bluer. It was a mysterious hue that rendered
     all of the Nobility’s electronic armaments inoperable.
    Dismounting in front of the sheer, black wall, D put his left hand to the steel. A
     chilling sensation spread through him. The temperature was probably unique to this
     special steel. Perhaps it was because, to render the exterior of this structure impervious
     to all forms of heat or electronic waves, molecules served as atoms in it.
    D’s hand glided slowly across the smooth surface.
    Finishing the front wall, he moved to the right side. It took thirty minutes to run
     his hand over that side.
    “Sheesh,” said a bored voice coming from the space between the steel and the palm
     of his hand. The voice let a sigh escape as D moved to the back wall. If there’d been
     anyone there to hear it, this bizarre little scene would’ve undoubtedly made the eyes
     bug out of their head, but D continued his work in silence.
    “Yep, this metal sure is tough stuff. The situation inside is kind of hazy. Still,
     I’m getting a picture of the general setup. The superatomic furnace inside is sending
     energy into the metal itself. You can’t break through the walls without destroying
     the atomic furnace, but in order to do that you’d have to bust through the walls first.
     So, which came first, the chicken or the egg?”
    “How many are inside?” D asked, still brushing his hand along the wall.
    “Two,” came the quick reply. “A man and a woman. But even I can’t tell whether they’re
     Nobility or human.”
    Without so much as a nod, D finished scanning the third wall.
    Only the left side remained.
    But what in the world was he doing? Judging from what the voice said, he seemed to
     be