Outside the Hell's Gate, the Rescue Team, the black-suited officer, and his subordinates stood guard after evacuating the injured and clearing the area.
Damaged vehicles had been dragged away from the portal's unstable perimeter, a wide emergency marked by flickering holographic warning lines.
Their faces were tense with fear, yet determination remained firmly etched into their expressions.
Every member gripped their weapons tightly while tactical visors continuously scanned the area, projecting streams of data across their lenses. None of them knew what could emerge from the Hell's Gate next, but they were prepared to face it.
"Sir, do you still believe Delta Squadron will come?" one of the subordinates asked with a weak smile.
After all, it had already been an hour since the Hell's Gate appeared, yet there was still no sign of humanity's elite defenders.
