Kapitel 1079: Imp

The pilot did not spend a long time bidding farewell to her comrades. By that point in the campaign, everyone had experienced loss and defeat… the soldiers had not grown numb to watching people die, but they did become used to it.

Death had always surrounded those who fought against the Nightmare Spell, and here in Antarctica, it was even more inescapable, both for the Awakened and for the mundanes.

When the young woman returned, however, a confused expression appeared on her face. Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

The pilot pointed.

"Uh… where did my MWP go?"

He looked back. The wrecked war platform was, indeed, gone. In its place, hidden behind a pile of dirt, sat an ugly little creature. It was hurriedly pushing a piece of bent alloy into its wide, toothy mouth with both hands. Noticing that someone was looking, the creature froze for a moment and feverishly continued to chew on the armored alloy, as if afraid that it would be taken away.

Sunny rolled his eyes.