Two and a half years later!
At the border between Mexico and the Beautiful Country, a truck sped down a desolate road.
The driver was a black-haired young man wearing a hood, with the typical features of Indian descent. He was none other than Lachika, the Beautiful Country's first Transcendent and now its most wanted criminal.
"Warning, warning, S-Class wanted fugitive Lachika, if you do not stop and surrender immediately, we will take all necessary measures."
A helicopter hovered overhead on the truck's route, loudly broadcasting through an external speaker.
Further away, an entire mechanized division of the Beautiful Country was rushing towards this location, with fighter jets patrolling on high alert.
If it weren't for the desire to capture Lachika alive, they would have already unleashed a barrage of firepower.
"Damn it."
