HIGH-GRADE CONSPIRACY.

Hmmm!! Captain Oxford’s armor dematerialized from his face as he grunted in a deep tone, before vomiting out the blood overflowing in his throat. After emptying the blood, he cleaned his mouth with his hand as he finally felt the fatigue from the battle overwhelming him.

He was weak, but he forced himself to stand as he looked at the bloodstains all around the room. He was the Captain, if he was the first to drop from exhaustion, it would undoubtedly affect the morale of his soldiers.

The battle was still a stunner to them. They never expected to get involved in such a battle with a mechanical soldier, shortly after entering the passage of their choice.

He didn’t know when last he got involved in a battle where the odds were completely against him, like this one. They would have all died, if not for Clark’s timely use of his stealth armor. The high-grade stealth armor was the only reason they were still alive.