Rationality and fear were battling within him. Lin Xian forced himself to stay awake, trying to calm down. The eerie sounds in the surrounding darkness seemed both far away and yet right in front of him. Thunder, roars, turmoil—it was like the apocalypse had arrived. But at that moment, in Lin Xian's ears, he could clearly hear only his heartbeat and the breathing sound within his Power Armor Mask, like inside a spacesuit.
Hoo...
Hoo...
On the holographic panel, biometric signals were flashing, the situational awareness system issued alerts, and the radar screen was filled with blood-red dots. The weapon system of the Battle Armor now only had the Palms Cannon and the Pulse Beam left; Lin Xian hadn't brought any other weapons or drones. He was alone, hiding in the shadows of a rooftop corner, with only an electromagnetic gun flickering in his hand.
