Matisse's Desperate Struggle

Meanwhile, on another battlefield.

The Minerva led its forces toward the coordinates where Hill Team was located.

However, when they saw the enemy Hill Team was fighting, disbelief filled their faces.

"What kind of joke is this?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Destroyer Gundams?!"

"Blizzard Destiny?!"

"Prototype Savior Gundam?"

"Why are they here?!"

Arthur cried out in shock, staring incredulously at the images displayed on the screen.

There were fifteen Destroyer Gundams in total!

Besides that, there were dozens of Earth Alliance warships, along with old foes they had once believed had died alongside LOGOS.

It could be said that the enemy forces ahead were no less formidable than those at Arthus Base.

But Arthus Base was one of the Alliance's major main bases. There was—nothing here.

"Damn you, Durandal!"

Inside Genesis α, Matisse cursed as she watched the massive ZAFT fleet advancing in the distance.

One wrong step led to another. One misstep, and the entire situation turned against her.

Things had become troublesome.

If she revealed herself first, what awaited her would undoubtedly be a strategic weapon strike from ZAFT.

But Genesis α could never withstand fortress-level firepower of that scale.

Yet if she remained hidden, while she might have a chance of surviving by luck, space belonged to ZAFT. With PLANT's power, they were fully capable of conducting a sweeping search and finding her.

By then, without Earth Alliance forces, she would have no choice but to flee.

And Durandal would most likely have become the "god" who controlled the world.

While she would become a rat scurrying through the streets—

Fight, and she died. Refuse to fight—

Wait!

Matisse's eyes suddenly lit up. Perhaps things were not quite like that.

Durandal was wary of something. Otherwise, he would not have acted according to her expectations. There had