It wasn't just Colonel Fraser and Chieftain Hog who felt the tremors of the Polluted Swamp—students entrenched in the battle lines of the swamp, now seizing territory, were well aware of when this eerie stirring occurred.
At the moment the first tremors arrived, Cheche, who had just rested in the newly-seized Post Six, immediately sprang into action. His high discipline, forged through numerous battles, allowed him to burst into the skies with his wings without hesitation, attempting to secure a better vantage point from the air.
However, the swamp was enveloped in a thick war fog, preventing Cheche from observing anything of substance.
All he could barely make out from above was a pulsing glow erupting in the eastern direction through the dim smog, reminiscent of fireworks ignited beneath a haze.
"Quick, quick! Get online, get online!"
