'Does anyone know what it feels like to have twelve Space Dragon Race ships on your ass? Hmm... now it's thirteen... You damned Alien! Hold still!'
As the Think Tank of the Vengeance Angel Squad, Raphael's duty was to lay out the tactics for their retreat, but the ever-silent Combat Priest hadn't uttered a single word the entire way.
So, the task of planning the retreat fell to Agate, who best understood the Punisher Ship's performance.
After confirming Seventy-Six's distance and coordinates from the catacomb entrance, he thought for a moment.
'We should reach the exit in about fifteen minutes. Don't worry about the pursuers; just get to the evacuation zone on schedule.'
In this urgent race against time, Agate's retreat plan was brutally simple.
If Seventy-Six could successfully break through the encirclement and reach the evac zone, their escape would then depend on his piloting skills once he took control of the ship.
