1
Endless darkness spread all around.
Though one could still make out the shapes of things, vision was severely obstructed.
Billowing smoke rolled across the wind, weaving through a city reduced to ruins.
Two giants, one red and one blue, stood like stars in the sky—faint yet still flickering.
Facing the monarch of darkness, they felt no cowardice. What awaited them was an unknown challenge...
And absolute military suppression.
2
Two similar fighter jets soared through the sky.
They screamed through the clouds, one right after the other, then plunged together past the edge of the battlefield—not fighting a common enemy, but instead...
Chasing each other.
Sometimes, the ones who can defeat you are not your enemies, but your closest teammates.
How true those words were.
At least for now, one side had fallen into absolute passivity.
Being fully conscious was the most terrifying and helpless state of all.
You could not harm your former comrades, yet their weapons were pointed straight at you.
Should you evade? Where was there to run?
Should you fight back? How could you bring yourself to strike?
Just like this... just dragging it out.
Drag it out a little longer. What if... what if there was still hope?
In theory, as the primary combatants, they should have held the advantage; after all, they were accustomed to sorties time and time again, facing narrow escapes again and again.
Yet...
"Captain... what on earth should we do?"
...
Why?
There had clearly been so many chances...
Why…
Chapter 135