More enemies attempted one final coordinated assault from above, unleashing a barrage meant to overwhelm him through sheer volume.
Jayden inhaled deeply.
Then he launched upward one last time.
He tore through their formation with overwhelming dominance, moving faster and striking harder than anything they had prepared for. Aircraft fell one after another, crashing into empty sectors of the city where Royce's forces had already cleared civilians.
Flames reflected in Jayden's eyes as the final enemy vessel retreated into the distant smoke.
Silence did not return immediately.
There were still fires to contain. Wounded to treat. Rubble to clear.
But the invasion's crushing pressure had broken.
Jayden descended slowly into the center of the ruined boulevard.
His boots touched the ground gently this time.
The wind died down.
Sirens continued in the distance, but no new explosions followed.
