A massive fleet tore a long, narrow gash through the crimson sky.
The Odyssey sped southward at near-maximum speed.
Allen sat in the commander's seat, his expression grim as he watched the main control screen.
On the screen was a wide-area map of the entire western region of the Molten Iron Mountain Range. It displayed the full combat situation his mentor had shared before he left, and would remain functional until the connection to the fortress was severed.
The blue areas representing the various war zones were now peppered with countless red dots, their borders flashing with red alerts.
The map's data refreshed in real-time. Every second, blue dots representing friendly units flickered out, consumed by an ever-increasing number of red dots, some of which had already merged into large blots.
Zone 18 showed only a few sporadic dots, but they were quickly extinguished. It seemed the defensive forces in his own zone were acting autonomously.
