As the battle over London continued to rage, the Ark hovered above, readying for the next phase of the conflict. The allied forces had won a temporary victory with the destruction of the Reaver transport, but Ethan knew that this was only a small dent in the overwhelming force that threatened Earth. His crew, battle-worn yet determined, was preparing for what lay ahead, steeling themselves for the relentless waves of Reaver forces.
Castra's voice cut through the tense silence. "Captain, we're getting reports from Beijing and Moscow. They're experiencing similar levels of assault, with drones and transports landing en masse. They're requesting immediate assistance."
Ethan looked at the tactical screen, displaying the multitude of red markers spreading across the globe. Earth's cities were being assaulted on all fronts, and the defenses were stretched thin. Every minute counted, and yet their forces were already spread to the breaking point.
