As soon as the command was given, Cassandra's brainwashed troops surged forward.
Their numbers had been halved after the suicide bombing, yet despite their losses, their march was unstoppable. Cutting down every obstacle in their path, they advanced toward the ship's center.
After a brief pause, I turned to the two girls.
"Ready?"
"Yes..." Cassandra's reply was immediate, her voice steady—and her eyes burned with unshakable resolve.
"I'm tired of waiting." Eva, on the other hand, muttered as she double-checked the laser rifle in her grip. "It's about damn time we move. Let's show these fuckers hell!"
"..."
Well, at least she's acting like her usual self.
I, too, had finished preparing—both physically and mentally. With a cold heart, I stepped forward and led the march out of the munitions storage.
What welcomed us outside was a small group of patrols—
"...!"
