The West.
The Norse Refuge.
Aulisel took off her mech armor and returned to the refuge.
Although they had crushed the Devil invasion in this battle, the Divine Clan had suffered devastating losses.
Of the dozens of powerful fighters she had led out of the Norse Refuge, only a little over ten had returned.
Those who returned had all gone to recuperate. Since she had fought inside her mech armor, however, her injuries were not serious, and she soon took charge of the refuge's work again.
Now she sat fretting in the laboratory. Among the researchers who had marched out with her and died in battle, many had been experts in particular fields of technology.
Their deaths were an even greater loss than that of an ordinary Divine Clan warrior.
But there had been no choice. Everyone bore responsibility for the rise and fall of the world.
If Earth were occupied and its living beings destroyed, even fleeing underground to hide would not necessarily allow them to advance their technology any further.
Besides, whether they could successfully remain hidden was uncertain.
In this respect, all the refuges were much the same.
Thus, the Divine Clan had naturally committed every bit of its available fighting strength to this battle.
The only consolation, however, was that every researcher who had gone to battle had backed up their knowledge and findings in advance.
Just as she let out a mournful sigh and prepared to begin recovering those research findings and technological knowledge,
a petite researcher stumbled in, her face filled with panic.
This girl was the researcher in charge of the space satellite Heimdall. She operated the Heimdall satellite's celestial eye and was responsible for much of the data needed for research, as well as monitoring the space systems.
In Aulisel's mind, she