Joe Tyrrell formed a small black hole. Just when it seemed the Ethers would be swallowed by the void, they broke free from its gravitational pull, as if they were immune to its effects, "What the fuck are these?"
The team's faces were lined with exhaustion; it was evident they were running out of options.
"Retreat!" Tia's voice echoed across the communication channel. "Fall back to the secondary defensive line. We are fighting an enemy that's both intangible and physical!"
The Ethers weren't here to fight the LADs but to cause as much damage as possible.
Everything had to be reevaluated. Every strategy, every battle plan—they were all potentially flawed, based on a lie that had been carefully planted by the enemy.
