After getting a good look at the lineup camped at the exit, Ethan quietly retreated.
Back at the original spot, the Silverfox Squad had slipped back into hiding. Chris and the rest of the Fallen Star Squad were waiting where he'd left them.
The moment they saw Ethan return, everyone came to meet him.
"How is it, Ethan? Can we get out?" Chris asked.
Ethan shook his head, clearly frustrated. "Not anytime soon, no."
The mood instantly dropped.
"They stacked the place?" Chris pressed.
"More than stacked," Ethan said grimly. "One Tier 11. Over a dozen Tier 10s. And at least a hundred Tier 9s. Maybe more."
Dead silence.
"...Yeah, no. We're not getting out of here," someone muttered with a bitter laugh.
That kind of force would absolutely obliterate them. No contest.
But just then, a sharp light flashed in Ethan's eyes. "If they won't let us leave... we'll find a way to make them."
Chris blinked. "You've got a plan?"
