Humanity was having such a hard time against such a cold blooded enemy. They were already playing in their deadly enemy's trap. If nothing was done, humans would end up losing everything and would eventually lose.
From the start they were fighting a losing war, Aroon could see this clearly through this city. He even doubted his ability to solo, changing such fate.
However he was entrusted by the system with such an impossible task. "Let's take things slowly then," he took in a deep breath before heading towards his ballistae.
This ballistae had a wooden seat that resembled modern day artillery units. He landed there while feeling more at ease from such soft touch. After all his body wasn't in its best shape, or even good enough to keep fighting with stress all the time.
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