Inside the cockpit of the Odyssey, a holographic screen hovered in midair.
Allen stood before the console, where several split-screens displayed battlefield footage from different angles—real-time surveillance transmitted from several high-altitude Demon Eye Mk. IIIs.
Mine Number Three had turned into a slaughterhouse.
Victor leaned back in his seat, his face still pale, but he forced himself to sit up, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Can… can I see?" His voice was hoarse.
Allen glanced at him. Without a word, he simply waved a hand to enlarge the screen, allowing Victor to see the images clearly.
On the screen, the defensive systems of Mine Number Three were collapsing.
A leader-class Crystal Shell Giant Scorpion, over twenty meters long, was using its massive, battering-ram-like pincers to smash an "Inferno" launch platform into scrap metal.
Ten adult giant scorpions were frantically assaulting the defensive line.
