The Reaper's corpse lay still, its glowing red visor flickering before going dark.
The battlefield was silent.
Then—
The system pinged.
> [THREAT NEUTRALIZED: REAPER UNIT TERMINATED.]
[WARNING: HELLION COMMAND ALERTED.]
Ryo exhaled, rolling his aching shoulders. His body was still recovering, still pushing past limits it wasn't supposed to cross.
But there was no time to stop.
Because this fight?
Was far from over.
Hellion Knows
Serra knelt beside the fallen Reaper, her cybernetic eye scanning the remains.
> "Hellion won't ignore this."
Vos slung his sniper rifle over his back. "They're already moving, aren't they?"
Ryo glanced at the holographic interface flickering in his vision.
> [ENEMY RESPONSE FORCE MOBILIZING: ETA UNKNOWN.]
He clenched his fists. "They know we're coming."
Karin wiped blood from her cheek, grinning. "Good. Saves us the trouble of sneaking in."
Krieg cracked his knuckles. "Let 'em come."
Final Target: Hellion Prime
Serra pulled up the Hellion war map, projecting the image into the dusty air.
A single red marker pulsed.
> [HELLION PRIME – CENTRAL COMMAND]
The heart of Hellion's empire.
The place where this all began.
And where Ryo planned to end it.
He looked at his team. "We take the fight straight to them."
No more running.
No more hiding.
This time—they were bringing Hellion down.
One Last War
The stolen Hellion dropship rumbled, its engines roaring as it prepared for launch.
Ryo stood at the edge of the loading ramp, looking toward the distant horizon.
Behind him, his team geared up. Loaded weapons. Checked their armor.
Serra's voice was steady. "This is it."
Ryo smirked. "Yeah."
He stepped onto the dropship.
> "Time to finish this war."