The clouds above Qinghe Base continued rotating until a dark shadow appeared within them.
At first, it resembled an approaching storm. However, as the transport vessel descended, its enormous silver body gradually became visible through the clouds. It was several times larger than the two aircraft Leng Pan's group had captured, and its lower section had begun opening.
The alien prisoner stared at it with growing fear. "They are preparing to release the gate anchor."
Leng Pan did not look away from the infant. "How long will that take?"
"If the beacon remains stable, the anchor could be deployed within ten minutes."
The child's mother held the infant tightly against her chest and stepped back when Commander Han's soldiers approached. Her face was pale as she pleaded, "Please do not hurt my baby. He has not done anything."
Commander Han raised one hand to stop his soldiers. "No one will harm him, but you need to put him down."
