Chapitre 315: The One She Couldn't Heal

"I'm coming now," Lyra said, cutting off the communication. Around her, enemy mechas swarmed like a tide, trying to close her in.

With a powerful leap, she summoned icy spikes that erupted across a hundred meters, impaling the mechas and suspending them mid-air.

Her silver-clad figure became a streak of determination as she pushed forward through the chaos.

But the distance to the spaceport felt endless. The closer she drew, the more enemies appeared to block her path.

It was obvious—someone wanted to stop her from reaching her destination.

Midway, she found herself locked in combat with a high-ranking enemy officer.

Her opticomputer rang urgently.

"Lyra, hurry!" Cohen's voice broke through, raw with desperation. "Come now!"

A flicker of darkness passed through her eyes before she unleashed an overwhelming wave of psychokinesis.