The air around the bunker was tense and electric as Lady Naga stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding.
"Brace yourselves! Prepare for another intrusion. This isn't going to end with just words!"
Her words sent ripples of urgency through the group as everyone instinctively readied themselves. Ashiro, silent and composed, reached into his cloak and pulled out his sleek black mask. The familiar weight of it in his hands brought a strange sense of calm. Without hesitation, he slipped it on, the world narrowing into focused clarity behind the tinted visor.
Inoue glanced at him briefly, her usual cheer muted, replaced with a quiet determination. Shikaku twirled his bio-blade, the metallic hum of the weapon a stark reminder of the impending chaos.
But Kenta, who is now standing atop his lead vehicle, merely observed them with an unsettling smile. His single eye glinted with an almost childlike amusement, a predator toying with its prey.
