Empire, Star Gate.
"80%" the Station Head sucked in a cold breath when he saw the drastic decrease of the power of the Star Gate.
Harry Walter and Kale who came to the frontline of the battle looked at each other with their expression grave. "How long can the Star Gate last?" Harry Walter asked.
"80%... no. 79%!" the Station Head cried. "One month and a half!" his eyes reddened. He wasn't just speaking hypothetically. With the Alliance constantly attacking the Star Gate, the Star Gate really could only last for a month and a half.
"Marshal Walter." Kale called. "It's fine. Go head into the battle. The Star Gate can't be damaged more than it already is." He told him.
"Yes." Harry Walter didn't even hesitate for a second and left. Kale sighed to gather more courage and raised his head to face the beautiful, yet cruel battle happening in the space.
"Your Majesty…" the Station Head worriedly called.
