Although Donlow's explanation left Fuzzsir speechless, it did nothing to solve their immediate crisis.
Fuzzsir took a deep breath, then asked, "So, what should we do now? With our current strength, we won't be able to hold out much longer. Being unable to contact headquarters means we can't expect any support from them at all!"
Donlow stared resolutely in the direction of the monsters.
She had already made up her mind to defend Shelter 102 to the death.
No matter what happened, fleeing simply wasn't an option for her.
Still, she knew Fuzzsir's concerns were absolutely justified.
They desperately needed external support.
After contemplating for a moment, she turned toward Fuzzsir.
"Our only choice now may be to reach out to Zenith Technology Company's Daskhollow base. Nova has worked with us a few times before—surely she'll offer some form of assistance."
Fuzzsir nodded immediately.
"Then that's our plan. Nova's help might be our only chance now."
