The shockwave of a powerful explosion echoed behind Michael as he neared his objective.
He bit his lower lip so hard it drew blood.
Michael was well aware of what Cyberfang had chosen to do, and he had no means to do anything about it.
"Thank you." He whispered, his last means of paying his respects to his AI companion.
Left with no other choice, he dispelled any sense of sorrow brewing in his mind and focused on the task at hand.
Emotions could only slow him down at this point.
Carried by the inertia of Cyberfang's masterful throw, Michael neared the two Royal Champions, silent bloodlust oozing from his eyes.
Ruby, who was being carried head down, constantly tried to pry herself free. Yet with both of her legs secured in the golden ants' grasp, it seemed her end was inevitable.
Until a third party entered the occasion.
When Michael took hold of the Royal Champion on the left, the altitude of the two ants dipped slightly.
