Suddenly, the seven Blood Race members performing some kind of religious ritual in the laboratory all let out a wail in unison. Their skin was rapidly covered in a layer of grayish-white, as if they had lost their vibrant Life Force, and they silently crumbled into piles of grayish-white dust.
'Dead?' Yang froze for a moment. 'What's going on?'
Before he could figure it out, the situation on the battlefield changed.
Another fully armed squad of Omega mercenaries joined the fight, led by a captain whose strength was no less than Christina's. With this team's help, the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the Blood Race and Omega.
"Take the Energy Source!" the Blood Race spokesperson, Steve, roared. Although he didn't know why the traitors in the lab had died, this was undoubtedly the best time to act.
