In the end, under the leadership of a certain troublesome little girl who was also the head of state, Wang Qing and her special operations squad narrowly escaped the Warp Daemons pursuing them in the ruins of the northern part of Guixu City, sometime in the middle of the night. The city had once been a bustling metropolis, but the fires of war had ravaged it so badly that barely a trace of its former self remained. At last, they found somewhere to catch their breath and rest: a shattered floor dozens of stories up in a building that had partially collapsed some time ago.
"..."
"The daemons chasing us seem to have been drawn away by the bombing in the distance and the fighting in the west of the city. They don't seem to be planning to search this building for now."
"Captain!"
"It looks like this place is safe for the moment. We can rest until dawn, then decide what to do based on the situation."
As everyone stood alert in the corner of the chaotic room, its windows shattered and glass scattered across the floor, Ghost Operative Mianxing cautiously moved over from the windowsill. Still shaken, he sat down on a dusty table and reported to their captain with relief.
"All right!"
"Let's do that!"
"Everyone, get some rest while you can, and check your ammo."
With that, Captain Awen signaled for the others to relax. He found a place to sit against the wall and began checking his weapon and ammunition.
They were still in the north of the city, where the Warp Daemons had dug in. Judging from the continuing, thunderous explosions coming from the west, it would probably be several days before their base could reach them. They'd missed the best chance to evacuate,