The march to the launch bays was impressive in its scope and coordination. Three hundred Ares soldiers moved through the ship's corridors in perfect formation, their Beast Gear armor gleaming under the emergency lighting. Each carried weapons that incorporated thermal technology—plasma rifles that glowed with contained heat, hammers with veins of molten energy running through their heads, blades that seemed to drink in ambient temperature and convert it to cutting power.
"This is it," Diana said as they approached the transport ships, her voice tight with anticipation. "For the first time since this whole crisis started, we're not arriving too late. We're hot on their trail."
"They finally slipped up," Sophie agreed, checking her own equipment as they boarded their assigned transport. "Left us a trail we can follow before they disappear again."
