Chapter 135. Three Days of Survival

A massive wave swept the droids away as the plasma blast hit the water. The water crashed onto the shore, carrying the shattered wreckage of the droids. The timer hadn't even reached fifteen minutes, but the remaining droids were regrouping. They emitted a garbled noise.

"Violation terminated..."

The surviving droids quickly flew away from the riverbank. Red and Ursula had successfully minimized casualties with a devastating counterattack.

Red gasped, barely believing that her plan had worked.

"We did it, Ursula," she whispered.

"Good plan. Congratulations, Red."

"And thanks to you, too."

The sound of cheering came from behind Red. She left Ursula's body and was immediately greeted by Aamon with a tight hug.

"You're a genius," he whispered.

Red smiled at Aamon. "Thank you for trusting me."

Red's eyes scanned the area, taking in the heavy damage caused by the droid attack. They had no choice but to start rebuilding the rafts