"From today onwards, the world should know", Zero announced to the camera.
"Both the elves and the dwarves are covered by me, Zero!"
*Boom!*
The dust from the impact slowly drifted across the battlefield like a funeral shroud.
For a moment, there was silence.
The Alliance soldiers lowered their weapons, staring at the mushroom cloud rising from the desert floor.
A cheer began to ripple through the Dwarven and elven ranks, a ragged, hopeful sound.
"He did it!" a soldier shouted. "That bastard is down!"
However, high in the sky, Zero didn't cheer. Beneath the spectral mask, Damien's eyes instead narrowed.
'No,' Damien thought, watching the crater. 'It's not that easy.'
And sure enough, as soon as he thought about this, a strange scene suddenly occurred.
PULSE.
A heartbeat of black sludge erupted from the center of the impact zone. It sounded like a wet, heavy drum.
PULSE.
