[Of course not, General. We are merely the distraction. The real offensive force is coming from above.]
Nyra's head snapped toward X-7, the newly deployed unit standing unfazed amid the battlefield. She lifted a metallic hand, pointing skyward.
Instinctively, Nyra followed her gaze... that was when she heard it.
A deep, distant roar, growing louder by the second, a sound unmistakable in its sheer intensity.
Something was falling.
And it was falling fast.
Nyra's eyes widened as realization struck her.
"Wait… You—! Don't tell me—!!"
Nyra's heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing the thunderous roar of incoming ordnance. The air itself seemed to scream as the piercing whistle of incendiary bombs sliced through the chaos, growing louder, closer... inescapable.
Her gaze shot upward, and her breath hitched. The sky was alive with fire, a rain of destruction hurtling straight toward them.
