When Lynn adjusted his stance and stepped out of the chamber, the Empire's second Supreme had already arrived via the hyperspace portal.
Another grueling battle ensued.
After nearly thirty hours of relentless combat, Lyra had no choice but to retreat to the flagship for some much-needed rest.
She parked her mecha in the charging bay and strode toward the conference room, her expression grim.
The extensive use of her freezing superpower had left her armor coated in frost, leaving an icy trail as she walked.
Inside, several regiment leaders and adjutants stood at attention and saluted as she entered. Lyra nodded briskly and took her seat at the head of the table.
"Report the losses for each regiment," she ordered without preamble.
Aurelius stepped forward and provided a concise summary of casualties and equipment damage. They had lost 3,820 soldiers, most of whom had fallen to the Supreme and level-nine Peculiars.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!