But maybe taking longer would've been better.
At least that way, it might've been better for everyone else's sanity.
Maybe then they would've been more prepared to face the returning cadets after everything they'd witnessed from afar.
Because how could they have possibly prepared for all that?
No, definitely not for that.
Outside the satellite outpost of Zone Four but within the emergency barrier of the shelter, soldiers and officers stood on the high cliffs, looking at the raging sea before them. They couldn't feel the pounding of the waves, but even from this distance, the tremors could be felt through the soles of their boots.
As for a closer view of the clash, the Duchess's terminal projected the feed above them in crisp, glowing clarity. The moving images lit their faces with every flash of light and explosion, painting disbelief in real time.
Someone finally croaked, "Is that… is that really a mecha?"
