The brutal battle had lasted until the next day.
When dawn arrived, Antigon was silent.
The sound of gunfire and the low growls of mutants had disappeared, leaving only the sound of footsteps, the noise made by the power boots of the exoskeleton armors as they stepped on the ground.
In the long battle that had lasted through the night, the elite troops of the Barrosa Group had demonstrated their unparalleled combat abilities. Song Lan, who had witnessed the whole process, wanted to wave flags and cheer for their heroic figures fighting in the front lines.
But he couldn't do that.
On one hand, because he couldn't find a suitable flag, and on the other hand, he and Lu Xiang, as civilians of Antigon, had been taken to a temporary gathering point with other Believers, by the Barrosa Group elites armed with ray rifles.
