Bloodveil just had his mind blown—big time.
He'd just realized that Ethan's forces weren't just some ragtag group of survivors. They had high-tech weapons too, and they were going toe-to-toe with the humans without losing ground.
Then it hit him—hard. Why the hell had the humans brought a Dreadnought-class Starcruiser all the way out here?
"Wait a second… Did that bastard steal weapons from the humans? No wonder they're losing their shit!"
At the same time, Bloodveil felt a flicker of relief. Thank god he hadn't picked a fight with Ethan. If he had, those Guard Mechs would've torn through his Zombie Horde like a hot knife through butter. It would've been a total slaughter.
The aerial battle was getting more brutal by the second. Energy cannons lit up the sky, exploding like fireworks—beautiful, but deadly.
Some of the fighting had gone close-quarters. Massive energy lightsabers sliced through shields like they were paper, sending sparks flying in every direction.
