The Ark held steady above the smoldering remains of the Reaver mother ship in Beijing's skyline, its crew bolstered by the recent victory but acutely aware of the battles still looming across Earth. As the allied forces regrouped, reports began flooding in from commanders across the globe. Each update painted a clearer picture of the massive Reaver presence that remained, positioning over countless cities like a dark shadow looming on humanity's horizon.
Ethan stood on the bridge, taking in the magnitude of what lay ahead. Though they had achieved a critical victory, he knew it was only the beginning of a long, grueling campaign against the Reaver onslaught.
Castra's voice cut through his thoughts, her tone professional but edged with urgency. "Captain, we're receiving a new transmission from the EDF and Lyran high command. They're requesting immediate backup in Moscow, the situation is deteriorating rapidly, and they fear the city could fall within the hour."
