Player Reload

"Everything."

Isaac said bitterly, "Narrative possesses inertia. Even if I saved Angelina on the transport ship orbiting Hunter C, she would still perish in a later mission. Even if I saved Anna at Proxima A, she would ultimately die from the iron plague virus.

Including here—surrounded by enemy pirate ships, the Blood Eagle destroyed all the enemy vessels and barely survived.

But over eighty percent of the crew, along with all the Zeluo refugees deep within the ship, died due to the damage to the hull.

In the real world timeline, I can’t save them, and the same is true here."

"So," Gray Rain took a deep breath and stared at Isaac, "after splitting twice and going on such a detour, we’re back at the starting point where nothing has changed? What’s the point of splitting me off?"

"You are the last hope."

Isaac said, "I’m sorry to have dragged you into all this. Aisha, with her complete memories and full access, couldn’t succeed; I, with all my memories and half the access, also failed. Perhaps you, with all memories forgotten, like a clean slate, might have a different ending."

Outside the porthole, thousands of light spears, torpedoes, missiles, and drones continued to clash against the backdrop of the starry sea, weaving a brilliant tapestry.

The rabbit-eared adjutant suddenly interjected, "We don’t have much time left."

"What time?" Gray Rain asked instinctively.