Chapter 44
It was late at night, but the sky still reflected the fiery red glow of the setting sun.
Frost Nova crouched atop the transport plane, silently observing the Colombian forces below. She could not refute Serege and Hemer's explanation.
Mandel City had once belonged to Ursus, but after the devastating natural disaster twenty-seven years ago, the city had ceased to exist. Now, by all official accounts, this land belonged to Kjerag.
The evidence was undeniable. The Ursus army had perished in a meteorite storm, a fate delivered not by enemy hands but by nature itself.
Frost Nova had been the first to warn Vina about the incoming catastrophe. But no one—not Vina, not Yoren, not Lin, not the Ursus military, nor the infected organizations, nor even Columbia or Rhine Life—had expected it to end like this.
Everyone had believed that the first faction to reach the city would gain an advantage. Yet, in an ironic twist of fate, Columbia, the last to arrive, had seized control of the disaster zone without shedding a single drop of blood.
Lin's expression was dark, her mood unmistakably foul.
She had deliberately leaked information to the Glasgow Gang as a token of gratitude to Vina for not distorting the truth. She had come here alone, seeking answers, hoping that Vina had managed to recover some losses from Mandel City.
Instead, she had found over 5,000 of her compatriots buried under fire and stone.
She took a deep breath.
Under the wary gaze of the soldiers, Frost Nova slowly rose to her feet, her axe resting on her shoulder.