Michael's crew weren't the only ones spending every waking moment preparing. Every soldier aboard the warship was doing the same.
It wasn't fear of abandonment by their leaders that drove them… It was the desire to ensure they made a lasting impression.
After all, everyone present had come from the most powerful factions, each tasked with the goal of earning honor and glory for their leaders… Yet, as things stood, only one singular faction had managed to steal the spotlight that was meant for all of them.
"So the Demon and the Angel live…"
With Michael's charge still fresh in their minds, they had long branded him a treacherous Demon, born to unleash hell upon the alien ranks, with no equal in his madness.
And curiously, the way Claire had fearlessly rushed to his side, she had been dubbed an angel… Though, unlike before when the nickname 'White Angel' had been more metaphorical, people were now starting to see her as an actual angel.
