The crystalline surface of Nebular's landing pad looked like a war zone. Craters dotted the area where Harbinger pods had impacted, their edges still smoking from the intense heat of atmospheric entry. EDF medics moved between the scattered debris, tending to wounded soldiers while engineers began the careful process of cataloguing alien technology for analysis.
Noah watched from his position near the largest crater, where the Two-Horn's body lay in pieces around that perfect sphere of nothingness his Null Strike had created. The void energy was slowly dissipating, but the hole in reality would remain for hours—a reminder of just how close they'd come to catastrophe.
"Pathfinder Seven, status report," Lieutenant Beaumont's voice crackled through the comms.
"All hostiles neutralized," Noah replied, his voice hoarse from exertion. "Team intact, minimal casualties among EDF personnel."
