บท 277: Doom's Soft Sphere Part Three

A sharp gust of air escaped from the throat of the squad police leader, and his gaze couldn't help but turn toward the golden MechSuit embedded in the balcony of a building nearby.

"Crap… I'm loosing my focus…", thought the man as he felt his strength seep out of his body. 

Walter tried lifting himself up, but his MechSuit only trembled as his leg didn't move an inch.

His face paled as the lower area of his body was void of any feeling or sensation. It was as though they had disappeared, with a fiery sensation in his spine—spreading toward his brain—as the sole sensation that his body could feel.

"How did we end up so powerless against them…", thought the experienced man that had survived many deadly trials in his life. His brain released a massive surge of endorphins to ease his pain, and before long, his fogged brain wandered as his mind fell toward reminiscence of the past.