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.
Furthermore, regardless of her identity, as one of her clansmen, she had to save her with all her means.
However, Cthulhu was simply too powerful and it had this powerful frost dragon serving it.
