In 2077, on Lamantis One satellite, the satellite would collide with the planet and be destroyed.
People had prepared evacuation ships, but they could only carry away a small portion of the population. Naturally, the workers on the satellite had no way to leave.
So before the ships could take off, those who could not leave furiously attacked the evacuation vessels. In the end, everyone died in the planetary collision.
"You idiot! Of all the stored Apocalypses, this is the worst one!"
A meteor shower poured from the sky as Sylvie ran and cursed.
The two Lokis looked utterly bedraggled, crouching low as they moved through the machinery around the mining site.
Loki slid beneath the chassis of a bulldozer. "Sorry, I didn't have time to watch the promotional video!"
Sylvie looked around and pointed into the distance. "Over there!"
It was a sturdy little building, apparently workers' quarters, though no one remained inside now.
Loki glanced at it. "I thought you wanted to kill me?"
"I don't know where you hid the time controller, but if you're finished, it'll be finished too. And then I'm finished!"
"So we're a team now?"
"Oh God, of course not!"
The two ran through the meteor shower, bickering as they rushed into the building. It was impossible to tell what kind of Alloys the place was made from, but palm-sized meteors striking it sounded like rain.
The room was extremely dim. Loki panted heavily as he considered their next move.
Sylvie looked at Loki with an unreadable smile and slowly walked toward him, then pressed both hands against his neck.
A strange green glow flickered over her hands, as though she were activating some kind of ability.
Yet Loki only found it strange—because the gesture was far too intimate. Their foreheads were nearly