Hearts thundered against ribcages, pupils dilated like widening voids, and a frigid chill danced down every spine. Eyes stretched wide in unspoken horror. The soldiers of Military Base Alpha-6 stood frozen in grim silence, the Aetherlock, their final beacon of hope, had crumbled into ruin.
But there was no time for reflection, no space for despair. Thought was a luxury they could not afford. The mission remained unchanged, its directive etched into their very marrow: kill, kill, kill, kill… win. That was all that mattered at the moment.
From above, where countless demonic aircraft loomed like shadows blotting out the sky, hatches hissed open, and from them, waves of demons descended.
