Chuck let out a heavy sigh of resignation.
At this point, they had no choice but to call in their last resort. Slapping his hand down on the table, Chuck declared, "Then let's bring in the big guns."
Cohen, already knowing exactly who Chuck was referring to, managed a wry smile and nodded. "I've already instructed the medics heading back to Wyrmtrace to pass along the request."
Meanwhile, back in the medical ward on the main ship, Thierry and Mandy were receiving emergency treatment.
Thierry, still haunted by the loss of his squad mates, stared vacantly at the ground. His voice, thick with exhaustion, broke the silence. "Do you know why Lyra didn't deploy with us?"
Mandy, seated beneath a treatment device with her bloodstained uniform clinging to her skin, looked up at the ceiling. "You and I have known Lyra for years, Thierry. You know why she wouldn't come."
