"The operation begins!"
Zuo Tang's voice echoed through the broadcast. At the same time, the hatch slowly opened, and the fierce wind rushed into the cabin through the crevice, the pressure roaring in their ears, leaving only a vast noise.
The firelight from the ground reflected into the cabin, illuminating the jagged, silent armors, ready to strike.
"Don't die out there, everyone."
Lorenzo stood at the deepest part of the cabin, watching his comrades ahead, offering them his sincerest blessings.
"Of course!"
Bola's voice came through the channel, and the Weapon Master waved to the few of them. As the battalion's vanguard, it didn't stay long and quickly leaped out after a farewell, detaching from the Sailing Dawn, and falling into the burning Hell below. One batch after another of Peacekeepers followed the Weapon Master's figure, descending below.
