The ship shuddered as it climbed higher, the vibrations running softly under Zion's feet.
Outside the hangar windows, the battlefield shrank rapidly. What had been a chaotic swarm of D-ranks moments earlier was now nothing more than tiny figures scrambling in all directions.
Zion leaned against a wall, chest rising and falling slowly. His body felt hollow, drained almost to the core.
'We survived,' he thought, closing his eyes for a moment.
Koru dropped the metal plate on the ground, his size rapidly shrinking back to about ten feet tall.
[Host,] Uriel said quietly. [Would you like to terminate those D-ranks outside?]
Zion briefly glanced out the window, contemplating.
Leaving them alone could spell trouble for the future… but some of them had long run away.
He turned around and saw the hangar again. The cages… the corpses of several who'd been imprisoned for who knows how long.
