Vicki was desperate.

  The appearance of the gray battleship gave her a glimpse of hope, but the humongous thing behind her that casted the shadow had diminished that hope completely.

  The gray battleship already had a hard time handling the frost dragon. If she were to let it rescue her, they would both crash in the end.

  The mech skidded on the ice surface for a while before stopping steadily.

  “Go. I can’t make it,” Vicki said calmly before she held the gun in one hand and shot at one of Cthulhu’s wing connections steadily.

  Xi’s heart sank too when she flicked a glance at the humongous Cthulhu.

  Vicki’s identity was extremely noble. She was from the Elder Things’ tip top aristocracy.