The Final Battle

"All we can do now is take one step at a time," Major General Rafiq said, taking a step forward and gazing at the sky. "Unless a miracle happens."

Would a miracle come?

No one knew.

They only knew that after more than a year of waiting, no miracle had ever come.

Three hours later, the aliens' ships finally appeared in the skies above Lumora.

The miracle did not arrive.

The inevitable war had begun.

On the aliens' battleship, Rynis glanced at the silent and unmoving Xevra, who had, an hour earlier, handed over the command of the Cosmorite Mecha squad to him.

Rynis couldn't fathom what Xevra was thinking, giving him such an opportunity at a time like this.

This was the final battle of the plan.

After the war, there would undoubtedly be rewards and promotions, and as the commanding officer, Rynis would receive even greater honors.

Such a golden opportunity, yet Xevra foolishly handed it over to him.