"Six days. If the Proxy Agent can successfully resolve the environmental imbalance, there is still hope for them," a female operator suddenly thought of something and hurriedly spoke.
The man with glasses adjusted his glasses, "We know too little about the Proxy Agent. That last strike likely targeted the Proxy Agent. Considering the enemy used such an attack, we can infer that the Proxy Agent is very strong, but..."
But such an attack was one that not even the top-level fighters of their world could withstand. A single strike nearly split their continent in two, and even the aftershocks damaged the Firmament Wheel. Under such an assault, who could survive?
"Without that Proxy Agent, Firmament 67 might..."
"Are you complaining??" A man with an icy demeanor stared at the operator who had spoken.
"No, I just feel... sorry." The operator lowered her head, despondent. The world was too bleak for hope.
