New Threat in the Sky

The battle had been raging for eighteen hours straight.

The soldiers on the front lines were exhausted and stretched to their limits. But Thomas knew there was no room for rest. The enemy was relentless.

MOA's defensive perimeter was still holding, but barely. The ground was covered in charred remains, pools of black ichor, and shredded corpses of Mawbeasts, Juggernauts, and thousands of undead. Shell casings and discarded magazines littered the battlefield.

And yet, the horde kept coming.

Thomas crouched behind a destroyed IFV, quickly swapping his empty magazine for a fresh one. His HK416 was running hot from continuous fire, but he had no choice. The left flank was under siege.

"KEEP FIRING!" Thomas shouted as he rose from cover, unleashing a controlled burst into an advancing Mawbeast. His rounds tore through its chest, causing it to stagger, but it still lunged forward.

BANG! BANG!