Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
The crimson alarm siren shrieked in pulsating intervals, tearing through the suffocating atmosphere within the subterranean command bunker of the Black Reef Outpost Island. Emergency strobe lights spun frantically, sweeping across faces rendered ashen by rock dust, gunsmoke, and profound despair.
Isolated in the middle of the East China Sea, exactly fifty nautical miles offshore, Black Reef Island was a jagged reef protruding amidst tumbling billows and rolling waves, serving as a top-secret strategic marine observation station for the military command. Yet at this very moment, a category-six maritime tempest was raging furiously. Towering pitch-black monstrous waves over ten meters high thundered as they battered the sheer, precipitous cliffs. Even more terrifying than the howling ocean gale was the chilling sound of metal being torn and shredded apart, echoing from all directions, reverberating from right outside the bunker’s thick steel outer hull.
“Report! The northwestern mana pillar has completely snapped!”
A young communications officer screamed at the top of his lungs, his trembling fingers pounding frantically against the mechanical magic-crystal control panel, which was spattered with streaks of greenish bodily fluid exuding a foul, nauseating stench.
“The auxiliary defensive formation has exploded! Shield energy is down to four percent... three out of eight! The rate of depletion is skyrocketing exponentially!”