Both side retreats

The sound of vehicles moving on a broad asphalt road resounded in the desolate area. A black, sleek trailer emitted blue waves as it raced through the road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Derek stared at the vast expanse from the window, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the ever-dark world.

"The Three tails would hide for now. I suggest we hunt their nests, wiping them out and eliminating any chance of their recuperation," he said, stroking his chin.

"You're correct, Mr. Silver, but we are also recuperating. It would take a while to gather such forces under the current situation." The Commanding general who sat on a sofa directly opposite Christopher said.

"Then we bid your time. We'll eventually wipe out these creatures and focus on the invasion," Derek replied.

"If you look at it, we're being invaded by worlds-destroying beasts and aliens. How ironic," Christopher chortled bitterly, taking a bottle of whiskey and twirling it gently.