Malay Archipelago, beneath Unnamed Volcano... The Splitters' base.
Just moments ago, a fighter jet crashed deep underground here, the flames raising the temperature even further.
Within the fierce fire, that gigantic figure easily lifted off the wreckage of the plane from its body, this act triggering several more explosions. But the force of the blasts might as well have been a sea breeze against a flood memorial tower, the adversary didn't even budge.
Fear is a very real thing; facing a ferocious animal or standing on the edge of a cliff, for instance. The postal worker, watching the silhouette in the flames becoming clearer, felt his body trembling uncontrollably. This had nothing to do with cowardice or inability, but was an instinctual defense mechanism. And amidst this fear, there was also a part of him that feared for the pile of collapsed machinery nearby.
"Is there really... no way left?" he asked Amin.
His meaning was clear, essentially asking:
