They stared at the ruins on the screen in disbelief. This had been the greatest, most perfectly planned engineering project in human history.
How could it just be gone like that! Weren't they supposed to fight for three hundred rounds?
A fleeting look of loss crossed Replica No. 2's face. He closed his eyes and sat as still as a statue.
Five hundred meters underground, Stendhal had returned to the Underground City and finally reunited with his wife and daughter, tears filling his eyes.
They had barely embraced and expressed how much they had missed each other when a massive earthquake shook the entire Underground City.
The people living underground panicked. If the Underground City collapsed, it would become an enormous tomb.
Terrified, they wanted to flee back to the surface, but how could conditions possibly allow that?
The Homeward Bound had not been directly exposed to the white flash. It had merely been caught in the super particle storm, yet broad stretches of its hard metal zero hull were left pitted with marks resembling water erosion.
Inside the control room, the pink-clad girl stared helplessly at the city's ruins through tear-filled eyes. Suddenly, she noticed movement on the horizon.
Wiping away her tears, she widened her eyes and watched a murky mass sweep in from the horizon like a surging tide.
In an instant, the bright world turned dark and hazy. The previously silent microphone carried the eerie howl of violent winds.
The four of them felt their seats rocking unnaturally beneath them. Even the heavy hull of the Homeward Bound, embedded in the rocky ground, was swaying.
An unidentified object hurtled into view and smashed apart against the screen. The girl trembled and curled up her legs, her eyes fixed on the large display. How she wished this