As the purple mecha ascended, the abyss around it began to crumble.
The once-majestic lair of the Zergs was reduced to rubble, the veins and tunnels collapsing as the queen's demise sent a ripple effect through the hive.
The live stream continued, showing the mecha's steady retreat. The viewers could only watch as its figure grew smaller and smaller, disappearing into the darkness of the abyss.
[Where is it going?]
[Is the princess alive?]
[Whoever saved her… why won't they reveal themselves?]
[That mecha is like a ghost. It appears and vanishes!]
Meanwhile, on the surface, the military arrived in full force. The kingdom's crowned prince, Ahcehera's eldest brother, led the charge with Major General Mors.
His expression was grim as he surveyed the remnants of the battlefield.
"Status report!" he barked, his voice sharp.
