Let Everyone Suffer a Little
One blazing light after another rose into the sky. Amid the blockade formed by reconnaissance aircraft and fighter jets sealing off and intercepting every direction, the Empire's Armored Knights swarmed out in full force.
Beyond that, under orders from the Confidentiality Bureau, every member had assembled in an emergency. Under a death order, every Chosen One capable of taking to the air came tearing through the sky.
A scene as though the end of the world had arrived appeared above Tower City.
Across half the sky, aircraft cannons swept the air as fighter jets fearlessly pursued an impossibly slippery bomber, throwing themselves into the effort to block and intercept it.
Thunder burst across the heavens, while blazing lights rose from the earth. Amid countless instances of destruction and death, the Revenge soared like a black bird.
It kept accelerating. As it streaked across the sky, its roaring engines gave off a sharp echo like wild laughter.
Meanwhile, the other half of the sky held nothing at all—the blue heavens were clear and serene. Under the Federation's surveillance and suppression, all remained peaceful, the years tranquil.
Only one sharp presence after another continued rising into the sky, warily watching this mad "Military Exercise." Every missile launcher had already been aimed at the Empire's strategic weak point.
The silence appeared calm and unruffled, but in truth, they had already made every preparation for a life-and-death struggle.
A crisis capable of completely igniting the entire powder keg was ready to erupt at any moment.
It left all the confused onlookers trembling in fear and uncertainty.
They could not understand it.
The scene of flourishing vitality, of all things thriving and striving, was still before their eyes, as if it had only been yesterday...
Even less could they understand