Chapter 800: Washington D.C (16)
"Whoa, whoa, damn it...!"
"Are you okay, Race!?"
"Fuck, get off... AAAH!"
Kuuuuu!
Washington D.C., inside the Black Eagle 'Kestrel' command center, a top secret area, a strange noise I've never heard before fills the room with vibrations, and the air currents change.
And in the middle of it all, a single figure lets out a voice of pain. A thin red fog that is almost impossible to see unless you look closely is swirling around her body.
Outside the room, numerous military doctors were on standby in case of an emergency, but unfortunately, no one knew what was happening inside the top secret area room and how to deal with it.
Unfortunately, not even the person in question knew.
"...!"
If I said that my blood was rushing to my head, would that be enough to express the pain I was feeling right now?
After returning from a battle, she had to readjust her suit, but she couldn't worry about such trivial things right now. She was being assaulted by a kind of pain she had never felt before.
Her face was facing the floor, blood dripping from the tip of her nose. Even if she didn't know, she was sure that if there was a mirror, it wouldn't show a very good sight.