The self-destructing shockwave of the Netherworld Type Fearless swept across the wasteland, turning a hundred-meter radius into a hell of molten lava. When Alvin crawled out of the scorching molten steel, only four green signals remained in his tactical goggles—Shaga and Tole were dragging unconscious comrades with their damaged power armor.
"Communication is restored!" Tole suddenly pointed to the sky, "The Alliance's strike fleet!"
In the baptism of light spears descending from orbit, Alvin saw Gu Hang's Phoenix Flagship tear through the clouds. But as his gaze swept over Nata's remains, he discovered that the crushed mechanical heart of the captain was seeping black liquid—the same as the Fallen Angel blood he had seen on the Mirorilla battleship.
Shaga's psychic communication pierced into his mind at this moment: "Underground... there's something even bigger..."
