"No choice," she replied, throttling up. "No core, no Sky Force. I’m just a target."
Kira looked at her weapons. The laser was drained. The missiles were gone. But she had one last trick—the Mega Bomb, a gift from completing a "Kill 15 enemies with one explosion" objective three months ago. She had been saving it for a rainy day.
Then the hangar doors began to close.
"Just do it."
Her interceptor, the Stormcrow , was a legend. Tier 9 hull, fully upgraded Tesla coils, and a laser cannon that could core a battleship in three seconds. But after the assault on Bunker 7, the ship was limping. The primary targeting matrix had fused. The repair bay flashed a single, damning error code:
This was a monsoon.
"No choice," she replied, throttling up. "No core, no Sky Force. I’m just a target."
Kira looked at her weapons. The laser was drained. The missiles were gone. But she had one last trick—the Mega Bomb, a gift from completing a "Kill 15 enemies with one explosion" objective three months ago. She had been saving it for a rainy day.
Then the hangar doors began to close.
"Just do it."
Her interceptor, the Stormcrow , was a legend. Tier 9 hull, fully upgraded Tesla coils, and a laser cannon that could core a battleship in three seconds. But after the assault on Bunker 7, the ship was limping. The primary targeting matrix had fused. The repair bay flashed a single, damning error code:
This was a monsoon.