The battlefield settled into an eerie silence, interrupted only by the groans of the wounded and the distant rumble of Garruk's wings beating against the sky. The coalition forces stood victorious, their battered soldiers exchanging weary glances as they steadied themselves. But Vincent was not satisfied. His eyes followed Garruk's dark silhouette as it receded into the horizon.
"Patriot missile crews, prepare for immediate launch," Vincent commanded through the comms, his voice sharp and urgent. The order crackled to life in the control centers scattered across Akarios Island, where operators sprang into action. The distinct hum of the missile systems powered up, a mechanical whine that resonated through the base as targeting systems locked onto the fleeing Demon General.
