He really didn't want to admit it.
But the fact was, he had realized something was wrong.
He didn't know exactly what was happening, but he knew something was off.
He couldn't understand.
The hidden bombs were gone, yet somehow, they still appeared silently near the human fleet.
He began to doubt himself and his life.
What is the meaning of my efforts?
Is it true that no matter how hard I struggle, all I'm left with is hopelessness?
This pessimistic feeling, like a caterpillar gnawing on mulberry leaves, consumed his soul bit by bit.
Harrison Clark was almost completely swallowed by fear.
He had tasted the bitterness of death too many times.
He did not fear death, but he was more afraid of it.
No one was braver than him, but no one was more afraid either.
Harrison Clark suddenly turned around, called out the Morrowind System, switched to the most familiar Human-shaped Armor form, and compressed its form into the most agile close-fitting Human-shaped Armor.
Bang!
