All the bullets vanished silently as if they were ice shards thrown into a furnace, without even a hint of smoke.
"Ineffective! All attacks are ineffective!"
The pilots' terrified screams exploded in the public channel, distorted by panic.
They knew nothing about the Twilight of the Gods, but they were well aware of the destructive power their vehicles held.
"Fierce Dragon Squad, listen up!"
All sounds in the headset were overshadowed by a higher-ranking voice:
"For the glory of the Western Continent, execute the 'Ram' operation!"
A few seconds of silence filled the radio channel.
Until the captain of the Fierce Dragon Squad responded first:
"Yes, Sir!"
"For the glory of the Western Continent—"
Amidst the roars, the engine of a fighter jet erupted with a roar beyond its limits, the concealing runes on the surface of the aircraft abruptly turning blood-red, as if the entire fighter jet was ablaze!
It suddenly appeared in the night sky, its invisibility failing.
