It was now almost four days since Nyxander had single-handedly taken over the harrowing battle against the Primordial Beast King and its monstrous subordinates. Since that decisive moment, Hung and the remaining Southern Astro forces had retreated and regrouped, steadily redeploying toward the North with hopes of lending Unlike Centric and Kal, among the Southern forces found themselves reluctant to abandon the front completely, they found retreat unbearable not out of pride, but from something held them back this time, a gnawing doubt and an instinctual fear that Nyxander, despite his strength, might be overwhelmed… and to them, pulling back felt like walking away from a storm and pretending it wouldn't follow, pretending it wouldn't swallow them whole if Nyxander fell.