The Universe Is Innately Just 220 Dawn Approaches Part Two

Fell spent the rest of his time in the same place. His brain concocted many plans that used the terrain in front of his eyes. Before long, individuals began appearing around him.

But he didn't move from his place and continued gazing at the distance. The numerous sounds of elevators popping in his surroundings were picked up by his ears but didn't break through his tangible focus.

He didn't only work on many plans but also sharpened his battle intent through his long session of sitting. A nearly visible aura had condensed around his body. His breathing had slowed down to a point where he looked like a statue to the people around him.

A few tried to interact with him, but they were all ignored, and they went back to their own preparations. After an hour pa.s.sed, his intent had nearly materialized and could be sensed by everyone that was on the wall. Their shocked eyes would dart from time to time toward the silent youth, but none of them attempted to interact with him anymore.

"Is he sn.o.bbing us or something?", asked one of the MechSuit pilots to his friend with an unsightly expression on his face. He was one of the many individuals that tried talking to Fell but were faced with a wall of silence that forced them to back away.

"I don't think so. I've heard a word about him, and he isn't that type of person. I'm pretty sure he is as stressed as the rest of us, and that is his way of coping with it.", responded the blond-haired MechSuit pilot to his left, who's eyesight didn't quit Fell's figure during his speech.

"He is preparing himself, mentally and physically. There are a few cultivators among us, but none of them have advanced to a step similar to that youth."

Comments like these resounded all over the wall. They all quickly came to disappear as everyone was facing the rising pressure and stress from the incoming battle. In the last thirty minutes of wait, n.o.body spoke a single word up in the walls — complete silence, where even the heart beats of the people present could be heard with crystal clarity.

Fell had since long closed his eyes, and his senses at the same time. But that didn't mean that he wasn't aware of the movement around him; he knew about their preparation and had felt the blood essence of the individual around him.

"Less than ten percent of them are cultivators…", he couldn't help but think with a minute movement of his head. "Too low…", he mumbled in his mind. Although technically, pilots weren't obliged to cultivate; the ones that did always ended up having better control of their MechSuit and sharper battle senses.

Seeing that less than ten percent of the hundreds of individuals around him were cultivators made the number big enough. But Fell couldn't help but remind himself of the numerous dangers that would be present in the incoming beast wave. That being said, he didn't bother his mind with those thoughts and continued preparing his battle intent.

He needed to be at his best state if he wanted the city to survive, or even himself to survive through what was making their ways toward them. A series of mechanical beeps resounded in his head, and Fell opened his eyes while ordering the AI to shut down the alarm he had prepared beforehand.

"Guess it wasn't that useful…", he thought about the useless precaution he had prepared. His neck moved, and he looked behind him for the first time since he had sat in that place.

One line after another of MechSuits were standing behind him. Each MechSuit had a pilot standing next to it, and between every dozens of MechSuit stood a gigantic cannon the size of a van. The numerous colors of the MechSuit that entered his eyes caused Fell's heart to skip a beat in his chest.

"No wonder the higher ups agreed to the defense of their cities. In the end, if it wasn't for the potential bombing, they are quite confident in dealing with the beast wave on their own…", seeing the resource put in place to defend the city — the potential outcome of what was going to happen changed in Fell's thoughts.

His hand put some strength on the ground under him, and he rose to a standing form with a slight push on the ground. His joints creaked and produced noisy pops that gathered the eyes of the individuals near him. Fell moved his limbs for a few seconds before turning toward the line of soldiers behind him.

He gazed at them for a few seconds before he executed a military salute in a snapping movement. His cloth whipped with the air, and his leg nearly left a dent on the ground from the strength of his action. The eyes of the many MechSuit Pilots in front of him opened up widely, and numerous glints appeared in them.

They moved in a synchronized manner. Numerous figures mimicked Fell while returning the salute. They similarly stomped on the ground, and their feet created a deep sound that reverberated through the wall. This action might seem useless, but later in the battle, those soldiers that had shared this politeness with Fell would happen to produce exceptional results.

The strange action garnered the attention of many individuals, and with a domino effect syndrome, the military salute was produced by each soldier. Every one of them felt emboldened by it, and strangely couldn't help but produce it while exuding a sharp breath through their lips.

"No wonder Sir is said to be an incredible figure…", footsteps approached Fell's figure. Fell turned toward the familiar voice and saw Jamie dressed in a tight protective suit approach his position.

"No need to be that polite, Jamie. No more Sir, calling me Fell will do the job.", he responded with a smile that wasn't one. The action didn't only affect the soldier but had also nourished Fell's battle intent.