The Approaching ZAFT Forces

Those distinctly recognizable, rugged machine frames, bearing the characteristic paint schemes of ZAFT units and a design style utterly different from Earth Alliance MS.

They came from the horizon in neat, disciplined military formation, like a summoned legion of demons—majestic and brimming with murderous intent.

"GINNs! Those are... GINNs!!!"

Michel's entire body was engulfed by shock!

He knew the characteristics of the GINN (ZGMF-1017 GINN) all too well. It was ZAFT Forces' most basic mass-produced MS unit, the "starter machine" for countless Coordinator pilots, and a symbol of ZAFT's pride—one for which countless Coordinators had gone to war for national glory!

"ZAFT...!?"

Michel's eyes widened sharply, and his breathing stopped completely, as if someone had seized him by the throat.

That impact was more powerful than any artillery barrage before it, directly shattering all the confusion, struggle, and conflict in his heart.

He had never imagined that ZAFT's GINN units, which should have been stationed at Capantaria Base and had no conceivable reason to appear on Orb's battlefield, would now—

Would openly descend upon them so suddenly, and in such enormous numbers!

This fact was even more shocking than every battle that had come before.

Orb, a nation already barely holding on beneath the Earth Alliance's fierce assault and on the verge of being torn apart completely, now had to face a threat from another side—the ZAFT faction!

The ZAFT force that seemed to have fallen from the sky no longer brought merely battle. It had instantly pushed the entire war into an even more complex, even more unpredictable abyss!

Another greater threat, another inescapable terror, was now violently closing in on Orb's bloodstained coastline.

Orb Union, Wartime Supreme Command. This should have been the nation's most vital and secure nerve center, yet it was now shrouded in a suffocating