This was an ordinary modern human city.
If you ignored the aliens flying all over the sky and the several mechanical whales a few kilometers long...
Clearly, this city had to be panicking right now.
Because aliens had invaded it.
Individual aliens rampaged through the air, firing at will.
Those mechanical whales looked like mechanical life-forms, but they were actually the aliens' troop transports.
Although they carried no heavy weaponry, their sheer size alone made them an enormous threat.
A single roll through the crowded city destroyed countless buildings.
Amid their destruction, human lives were merely numbers.
Everywhere, ordinary civilians fled in panic.
The invasion had come far too suddenly. Aliens swarmed like locusts through the spatial passage above the city.
There had been no time at all to evacuate the civilians.
The aliens' weapons were highly advanced, and their small, single-pilot aircraft flew so fast that ordinary people could not even make out their trajectories.
But just then, an alien flying around going pew-pew-pew suddenly tilted its head and fell from its aircraft.
The out-of-control aircraft crashed wildly through the air, taking out quite a few of its own kind.
The alien had not passed out from a sudden brain hemorrhage. A closer look revealed an arrow embedded in the neck of the alien lying on the ground.
Not far away, a man with eyes as sharp as a hawk's held a high-tech-looking bow, searching for his next alien victim.
Just then, the earpiece he wore flashed.
A pleasant voice rang out:
"Hawkeye! Give me a hand! I need to grab an aircraft!"
"No problem, Nat!"
Accepting his teammate's request, Hawkeye picked his moment and fired another arrow.
An alien piloting an aircraft that hurtled past immediately took an arrow to the neck and fell.
At that very moment,