Chapitre 226: Two Faced

Today was the last day of the fourteen days left before the invasion, and shit didn't look too damn nice.

I was flying literally all over the planet, placing as many beacons as I could. Which was definitely not good for my mental or physical health. The skies looked grim and dark. No, it was more as if the skies were muddied and dirtied like murky waters.

There seems to be something being prepared around the whole globe, and it didn't look right nor felt right. I hurried to place the final few beacons I had on me, which will finish up the full formation. Thankfully, without the beacons active, the enemy won't be able to figure out what I was doing until it's too late.