The radiant golden dawn of Day Thirty illuminated the polished white stone of the Grand Boulevard in brilliant morning sunlight.
Through the towering titanium gates rolled the most monumental logistics victory parade this continent ever witnessed.
One hundred massive transport haulers and fifty streamlined sovereign freight trains rolled down the flower-strewn avenue, their brass horns blaring in joyful harmony.
"Look at the sheer scale of the supply fleet entering our city gates," Jax remarked, reviewing the digital manifest on his tablet.
"Our logistics officers have cataloged fifty thousand tons of prime northern wheat arriving in the first convoy alone," Captain Miller reported, watching the long line of cargo carriers.
"Every freight wagon is decorated with garlands of blue mountain wildflowers woven by the liberated farmers of Ironvale," Elena Ross noted, smiling as children threw flower petals from the sidewalks.
