"Was everything about to end?"
Jake Pentecost and Nate Lambert sat collapsed amid the ruins, silently staring at the distant sky, their expressions dazed and tinged with fear.
Beside them lay Newton Geiszler, dead or alive unknown. They had finally found the culprit and beaten him senseless in a fit of rage.
But that was all they could do. Beating him, venting, hysterics—none of it meant anything.
The Precursors' fused monster had probably already reached the middle of Mount Fuji. Maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty, and the entire world would face destruction.
Without their Jaegers, they were merely ordinary mortals. You couldn't make a meal without rice; there was nothing they could do. They could only watch, wait, await the arrival of death, await the end of everything they had once protected.
Some said that the most terrifying thing in the world was not death, but waiting for death.
Now, they understood that saying deeply... no, more deeply than ever.
They were not merely waiting for their own deaths, but for the destruction of everything they cherished. They knew it was coming, yet could do nothing. The mingled assault of fear and helplessness was enough to crush even the strongest will.
"Bzzzt... Gipsy Avenger, this is Control Center. Can you hear me?"
A broken, intermittent voice came through their already damaged comm headsets.
"Loud and clear. This is Gipsy Avenger."
Jake Pentecost remained sunk in despair, his eyes lifeless. Nate Lambert, on the other hand, was a true soldier. He forced himself to focus and pushed himself up from the ground.
Dr. Gottlieb's excited voice came through the comms. "A Jaeger will be heading over to support you shortly. Is Gipsy Avenger still capable of combat?"
"Sorry, Doctor. Gipsy Avenger's cockpit has been destroyed, and its body was torn in