The rocky peaks of the Seventh Continent offered a daunting natural fortress. Uneven cliffs and narrow passes defined the terrain leading to Troy's capital.
Troy paced across the polished granite floor of his mountain stronghold. He glared at the holographic projection displaying the Vanguard army marching up the valley. Brad and Jax sat on a nearby stone bench with defeated expressions. Hunter stood by the window to peer through the optical scope of his sniper rifle.
"They conquered the jungle in minutes," Jax muttered while staring at his empty hands. "The system did not even process the defense parameters before the plants turned against us."
Troy clenched his fists and marched back to the central console. He swiped his hand to open his premium cash-shop interface. Glowing golden icons filled the digital display.
