No wasted words. Straight to the main story.
The loading bar finished, and the view opened up.
Schicksal Headquarters.
Flames soared into the sky.
Shrill alarms tore through the air.
"Enemy attack! Level-two combat readiness! Sector B, execute Plan Twelve!"
The Valkyries rushed like mad toward the edge of the burning airport.
They ran and shouted, their faces filled with terror.
Yet they completely ignored the figure standing in the road.
As though no one stood there at all.
Fu Hua's voice suddenly rang out, cold as ice.
"This thing... is pretty handy."
The players immediately caught on.
The Fu Hua before them looked exactly like the one at Fuyun Temple.
Yet she was still standing in Schicksal Headquarters.
That meant the current point in time had been forcibly dragged back into the past.
She held a feather between her fingertips, turning it gently.
It was a trophy torn from Otto Apocalypse.
Staring at the Feather, she raised her brows slightly. "I actually left that old monster something like this back then? I really don't get it."
A voice whispered deep in her mind, tentatively suggesting a look through her memories.
"No need," Fu Hua flatly refused. "Leave those little details aside for now. There'll be plenty of time to slowly settle fifty thousand years of old scores."
Her lips curved as she looked into the distance.
Thick smoke billowed there, flames soaring into the sky.
More than half of the Schicksal base was now a wreckage-strewn ruin.
As she was now.
She was like an entirely different person from the Fu Hua in any of the earlier memories.
Her temperament had changed, and so had her entire being.
The voice within her spoke again. "You're unhappy with this outcome?"
"I'm happy." She shrugged, stretching her arms and straightening her