The world had begun to shift in a way Jayden once thought was impossible.
For the first time since the endless conflicts, both the Alliance nations and the Independent Society had put aside their grudges. Leaders who once threatened to bomb each other's borders now shook hands in the same room.
Even countries like Nestonia, who had once spat at the idea of unity, stood firmly beside Nortasia, Espana, Icelandia, Franch, Rusnia, and the rest.
It was a picture of peace in words, but Jayden knew the truth.
Unity was one thing, and being ready was another.
As he stood by the tall window of the villa, looking out at the streets below where people still lived their lives with a fragile hope, the weight pressed on his chest. The leaders had agreed to fight together. They had promised support. But in his heart, he knew none of it would be enough.
Guns. Missiles. Jets...
Tanks.
They were all useless against what was coming.
The system had told him many times.
