(2P)
I had no idea how to use the black box in my hand. Supposedly, it was a communication device that could only send short messages, but I couldn't even find a screen on it, let alone an instruction manual. I could only guess blindly.
The assault force's retreat to the middle levels of the Deep Well wasn't an admission of defeat. They were bringing in strategic weapons.
"Leave the air strike to Falcon and me! Explosions are even more powerful in enclosed spaces!"
Inside the command room, Heat Haze thumped her chest and boasted with absolute confidence.
"I guarantee there won't be a single intact building left in their base!"
She was here to give Enheria a taste of forced demolition.
"Have Foehn coordinate with you. Your fire phosphor mustn't explode inside the passage."
SpiCa had other arrangements in mind, and explained, "If you collapse the passage, never mind whether you bury the assault force alive-even if they get out, Miluno will have to drill another hole."
The moon's soil was unusually loose, and even a slight tremor could cause a collapse. The Deep Well we'd finally managed to drill would be buried again, making it troublesome to drill another shaft. We'd also have to melt through the fallen rock and soil along the way, starting everything over from scratch.
That was precisely why the assault teams on the front line exercised as much restraint as possible. Perhaps that was also why the assault had never been able to proceed smoothly.
Still, having all the magical girls retreat wasn't the outcome we wanted.
Heat Haze and Falcon headed out.
I wondered whether my other self had any countermeasures. Fire phosphor explosions would be significantly more lethal in an enclosed space...
"Miluno, is something still worrying you?"
SpiCa seemed to