"Black Shark! Respond!"
"Silver Fox, Flying Eagle! Night Owl! Acknowledge!"
Dragon Soul stood amidst a field of ruins, his voice hoarse as he tried to contact his squadmates over the radio.
His clothes were in tatters, and something hard had gashed his forehead, staining half his face with blood, but he paid it no mind.
What made him more anxious was that he had lost contact with all four of his teammates.
All their preparations, all their plans, had become useless the moment they teleported into the epicenter.
No one had expected the energy erupting from the epicenter to be so powerful. Mere seconds after their arrival, everyone was hit by the seismic waves and scattered.
Even the Dragon Soul Squad, the strongest overall, couldn't maintain their formation. After just five seconds, they had all lost sight of each other.
