"The people have been rescued."
"They're all still alive."
Aisha slowly awoke from the darkness. Suddenly, she heard an unfamiliar male voice.
It was low and slightly magnetic, neither hurried nor slow, instinctively giving people a sense of reliability and warmth.
She tried her best to open her eyes and see what the owner of that voice looked like, but darkness still shrouded her vision. It was as though she were trapped in layer upon layer of dreams, unable to break free.
"I'm here!" Aisha shouted with all her strength, but the owner of the voice seemed unable to hear her calls. He merely continued discussing the details with others.
"She has sixty-two broken bones, severe internal organ trauma, internal bleeding, a serious concussion, and possible memory loss. There's no need to mention the numerous other soft-tissue injuries."
Lox looked at the information on the data-slate in his hand and could not help drawing a sharp breath.
The injuries suffered by this pilot of the Daemonic Goddess Titan were simply too severe for an ordinary human. The fact that she had held on until now was already a miracle.
After Aisha had been ejected from the Daemonic Goddess's cockpit by rocket thrusters and sent hurtling toward the surface, Lox, who had already arrived in orbit, immediately detected the signal of the sole loyalist.
Using the teleportation system, he recovered the cockpit from the scorched earth and brought it aboard the warship, where he found several Titan pilots who had somehow survived.
The vast world of Beta-Garmon III had fallen utterly silent. Everything seemed to have sunk into extinction and nothingness.
The Diviner's Needle defensive line had collapsed along with the astropathic tower. The Dark Angels and Imperial Fists stationed there had been completely wiped out. Lox and Lion did not