"Someone's falling from above!"
Someone shouted among a group of others, all dressed in full battle gear as they stood on an open field surrounded by tall, wild trees.
"What are you talking about?" another one called back.
The first man ran to a clearer spot and pointed upward. "Look! Someone's falling!"
"No way… did they miss the jump?"
"Looks like it. Every unit should've already been deployed onto the island."
"But why haven't they opened their glider yet? At that height, they'll hit the ground hard if they don't slow down!"
"Wait!!!" another one yelled suddenly. "That's Lord Atlas!"
"No way!"
In an instant, twelve of them broke into a sprint, rushing across the open field in panic, trying to reach the spot where Atlas was about to land.
But before they could get far, they all froze. Some even stumble to the ground in shock.
