Maxwell realized there was no talking Chris out of it, so he had no choice but to back off.
But in his heart, he'd already made the decision.
If it came to that… even if he had to burn through the lives of the entire city—hundreds of millions—he would still do everything possible to keep Chris and his people alive.
The giant bird was fast beyond reason. In just a little over twenty minutes, it had crossed from the border all the way to Atlas City's area.
Every Enhanced had already braced themselves to fight to the last.
This time, there was clearly no "stalling" like last time.
The enemy had mobilized that many people—this was a punishment expedition, plain and simple. They must've already confirmed those dozen-plus Winged Clan experts had been killed.
Maxwell didn't hide.
He stepped to the front of the formation.
He was the Commanding General of the Atlas Federation. If this was the final battle, then he would lead the Atlas Federation's soldiers through it himself.
