chapter 786 a month

Time, silently and imperceptibly, was slipping away, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

The funerals for the deceased Nighthawks had been properly handled.

The living did not have much time to grieve, as they were assigned to one of the eighty-eight locations of the Teleportation Array across the world, each manned by only a dozen or so people.

They would become the first to discover and resist any invasion.

During these seven days, no invaders arrived,...