Chapter 59 Hail Mary

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The pod that had been plummeting toward the ground exploded in a brilliant flash, its metallic structure bursting apart before it could even hit the earth. The explosion rocked the landscape, sending dust and smoke through the air. His eyes snapped to the horizon, trying to find the source of the blast. He scanned the area in all directions, but there was no sign of a sniper, no visible targets. What the hell just hit that pod? It had to be a beast core powered artillery round. He couldn't figure it out. But before he could contemplate it further, his ears caught the sound of a distant roar—an unmistakable, high-pitched whine that sent chills down his spine. The unmistakable roar of multiple engines. Suddenly, the sky was alive with movement. Jets, sleek and sharp like cutting blades, shot across the horizon, their engines roaring with an intensity that split the air. Lucas's eyes widened in recognition. Air support. The cavalry had arrived. Dozens of fighter jets streaked across the sky, cutting through the thickening clouds in perfect formation, moving with an efficiency that could only come from elite forces. The sound of their afterburners practically shattered the atmosphere as they broke the sound barrier in coordinated flight patterns. For a moment, it felt like the world around him had just shifted, the weight of the battle easing ever so slightly. But there was no time to celebrate. The air support wasn't just showing up for dramatic effect. The pods, more than Lucas had expected, were still dropping from the sky. Each one hit the ground with a thundering impact, cracking the ground beneath their descent. More Harbingers. The fighters continued to do their best to intercept the pods, knocking them out of the air before they could land, but some still made it to the surface. He could see the shapes, massive and terrifying, as they began to rise from the wreckage of their pods. Harbingers, multiple of them, were emerging. Still, Lucas didn't have to worry about that right now. Not with the air support. He turned his focus to where he had left Noah and began to make his way toward the area, hoping beyond hope that the boy was still alive—and more importantly, still in one piece. Those pods landing...he didn't want to think the worse. Just as he moved, the unmistakable thrum of another ship's descent reached his ears. His heart leapt into his throat as a craft—a familiar one—landed with a heavy thud not too far from where Noah had been. The sight of the ship gave him a brief moment of relief. It was similar to the Greta 69, the very craft they had boarded when they first came from Earth to Cannadah. The same vessel that had brought them here. But it wasn't just her appearance that commanded attention. Miss Brooks held a weapon that made even the toughest soldiers step back in awe: a long, wickedly sharp scythe. The weapon hummed with energy, its blade glowing with the telltale signs of beast core power, crackling with raw, dangerous energy. The scythe seemed to pulse with life, and as she moved, it thrummed in the air, ready to slice through anything in its path. She didn't rush into the chaos like the others. Instead, she scanned the battlefield with a calculated look, her gaze eventually landing on Lucas, who had been watching the fight from a distance. Her eyes narrowed, and with swift steps, she moved toward him, her scythe swishing behind her. Lucas tensed, wondering if she had come to assess the situation or if she had a particular reason for seeking him out. When she reached him, her voice was sharp, carrying an intensity that matched her dangerous presence. "Where are my students?!" she demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. Lucas hesitated for a moment, before pointing toward the spot where he had last seen Noah. "He's over there, near the old clearing. Injured, but alive... for now," he said, the exhaustion weighing heavy in his voice. Miss Brooks didn't hesitate. Without a word, she spun on her heel, her scythe glowing brighter as she made her way toward Noah's location, ready to intervene if needed. As she moved, Lucas couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. The arrival of the reinforcements had shifted the tide of the battle, but with these figures stepping into the fray, he could only wonder how much longer they could hold out before the true scale of the invasion was revealed. The Harbingers were just the beginning, and with Commander Albright and Miss Brooks now in play, Lucas knew things were about to escalate even further. For now, all he could do was wait and pray that Noah—along with the others—could survive whatever came next. ——- Author's note : The challenge is still on 10 chapters = 1 magic castle 20 chapters = 1 Gachapon *Let's gooooo!!!

Chapter 59 Hail Mary

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