Crack!! Dozens of minutes after the impact of the underground explosion wrath by the exotic bombs subsided a bit, a dull sound of impact resounded as a crack came from underground, before quickly widening to form a hole. Following the appearance of the hole, a battered head slowly emerged out of the earth. The Wild Yak finally saw the light of day again after the horrifying encounter that left it hovering between life and death. Sizzling sounds echoed out, making it whimper and growl in pain as, after some minutes of struggling, it finally wriggled its enormous body from the ground. Compared to before, its previous grandeur was nowhere to be seen. Its main weapon, its horns were bent out of shape, while some parts even broke out from the impact of all the rocks on it. All its hairs that usually floated luxuriously at its sides were gone; the fire spared none as only a blackened thick skin remained at their previous location. It now seemed like

“God! How long is this passage really? We’ve been passing it for over 5 hours already, my whole body feels sore”. Dickson grumbled as he angrily kicked a stone lying at the side with his new prosthetic leg. “I’ve not even had my bath, gosh, I can literally see the odor oozing out of me materializing physically. And I’m damn hungry already”. “You’re not grateful that we didn’t encounter any exobeast. Sometimes, I feel that your brain is filled with mud”. Clark quickly shot at him with words. “With those clumsy legs of yours, you really think that you can fight. I already told you before, if we encounter an exobeast and the going gets too tough, I’m abandoning you without hesitation”. “Yeah, I know, how many times will you repeat that? Who needs your help?” Dickson replied sarcastically. “Haha, what a joke. I can’t believe I’m hearing that from the one who cried on realizing that he survived after being saved by me”. Dickson was shocked.

When Clark and Dickson entered the shelter, they were quickly submerged in a barrage of passionate hugs. Despite being soldiers, these Spartans and Dalands could not help themselves on seeing their 2 leaders who sacrificed a lot for them to escape. Dickson was almost tripped over due to his prosthetic leg, but his subordinates quickly stabilized him after they noticed it. Both leaders stood rooted on the spot as the front of the shelter suddenly became the stage of an emotional reunion. Though they never spoke about it, Clark and Dickson were always worried about the safety of their subordinates. After they finally got confirmation of their safety, they indulged themselves in this sweet feeling. They didn’t want this moment to end at all. The others in the shelter sat, looking rigidly at this public display of affection. Jason and his mercenary subordinates felt it more, as they stood awkwardly at the side. After the group reunion ende

“These guys are really some tenacious bastards!” A man’s deep voice echoed out in the abandoned landscape in a surprised and slightly spooked tone, as he carefully scrutinized the destruction that was before him. All over his sight, all he could see was a wasteland. This place seemed like a desert that was used as the testing site of a new nuclear weapon of the big 5, his eyes remained wide open like saucers. From his insight as a high-grade soldier, he easily deduced that this huge expanse of land was once a flourishing landscape, probably a very beautiful one too. He was indeed the Mariana Captain, and this was the location where Clark and Dickson’s allied squad fought their decisive escape battle with the 2 alpha beasts and their horde of subordinates. Seeing the still lingering effects caused by the fire that was probably from a big explosion and the depressed landscape that was formed because of the impact pressure of the battle, he sucke

           A mansion stood proudly in the enormous presidential villa of the Spartan republic. The large building stood tall, towering over most of the other buildings surrounding it, and it was built in a dome shape.            It was painted in a dark grey color but this dull color could not degrade its majesty. If looked or probed at from outside, one could only see something like an overturned bowl.            This was the highest strategy discussion hall of the Spartan army. It was built in the presidential villa so that the President could access it more freely.            Though outside it seemed plain and simple, dozens of specially trained soldiers in stealth and armed to the teeth were guarding it 24/7.  This was where the most confidential matters and secrets of the republic are discussed, it was a bu