The night wind carried a damp, salty scent as it swept through the ravaged street.
Under the streetlight, the severed head in its silver mask looked especially ghastly. The blood at the neck had long since congealed into dark red patches.
The silence was terrifying, so profound that even the hum of distant neon lights seemed audible.
The Garrison Army soldiers held their guns, but didn't know where to aim.
The young man who had saved them from the deathly pressure was now crouching by the headless corpse, unceremoniously pulling the Storage Ring off the body's hand and stuffing it into his own pocket.
His movements were so practiced it was almost painful to watch.
VMMMM—
A deep engine roar came from the sky. Three Array-Breaking Level heavy assault craft, painted pitch-black, pierced the night sky and hovered above the city block.
Massive searchlight beams shone down, illuminating this chaotic scene like daylight.
