Blood-Stained Wasteland
Alvin's power armor servos emitted a subtle hum, and his tactical visor fragmented the terrain within a five-kilometer radius into countless data pieces. He half-knelt behind the wreckage of the crashed Dragon Elephant War Machine, watching twenty-three red dots on the holographic map encircle him in a fan shape—that was the Hunting Squadron led personally by Captain Nata.
"Thermite cannon position at seven o'clock, five Dreadnought Mechs." Shaga's voice crackled with static in the encrypted channel, the Psychic projecting his consciousness into the high-altitude reconnaissance drone, "They've activated the Anti-Spiritual Barrier with the Holy Blood Emblem, I can only observe..."
