Meteorfall let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples like he'd just realized he'd boarded a ship with no brakes—headed straight into hell.
He wasn't wrong.
Ethan's war against Heartland had some serious firepower behind it—two Dreadnought-class Starcruisers, cutting-edge human tech, and a zombie horde that could steamroll cities. On the surface, they had the numbers.
But everyone here knew the truth: numbers didn't win wars like this.
Not when the battlefield was crawling with SSS-class monsters.
This might be the most uncertain, high-stakes battle in history.
"Heartland's not just packing Voidborn Undying," Bloodveil said with a smirk. "They've got five Deathless Sovereigns too. If you can take on all five by yourself, we might actually have a shot."
Ethan paused, thinking it over. "Wanna bet? I could give it a try."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—hold up!" Bloodveil's eyes went wide as he waved his hands frantically. "Dude, I was joking! You don't actually have to do it!"
