Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. Chapter 789 789: Moon's final fate.

Sunshine stood adjacent to Hades by the mountain's base gate, her expression hardening like stone. The convoy, spearheaded by Poncho and Carson, loaded into the truck. Moon was positioned in the rear, clearly visible through the fortified glass.

An unseen contingent remained behind, poised to pursue. They served as the reserve force, prepared for any eventuality should the Watchers opt for lethal elimination rather than mere abduction of their intended target.

"Drone division, maintain pursuit," Hades commanded, a tablet clutched in his hand, ready to monitor the outbound unit.

The colossal gates swung open, and three armored transports surged forward at maximum velocity, their tires churning up thick plumes of ash.

From a considerable altitude, Pink's eyes ignited as the armored vehicles departed. "There! The central transport! That's her! I recognize her face!"

"Shall we retrieve her?" another Watcher inquired.

Simultaneously, all the Watchers vanished, leaving the sanctuary completely unguarded. Sunshine finally ascended to the parapet, her gaze sweeping the distant horizon.

The vehicles blazed through the deserted thoroughfares, leaving trails of dust and sparks. A veritable swarm of drones encircled them, front, back, and overhead, leaving no blind spots. Inhabitants residing near the roadway peered from their windows, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension clouding their faces.

It was not long before Kingsbridge's gates yielded. As if the atmosphere itself apprehended the impending event, the air grew heavy and warm. A nascent storm began to brew overhead, suggesting the Grand Masters were poised to commence their maneuvers.

Moon felt an overwhelming sense of dread, unable to comprehend the unfolding events. Her heart pounded against her ribs, making breathing difficult. Her primal instincts shrieked that something was terribly wrong. The ache in her abdomen intensified, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.

"I... I can't breathe," she choked out. "Please, get me out of this suit."

Her plea went unanswered. The superhumans around her meticulously readied their armaments, adopting positions as if anticipating an imminent battle.

Watchers descended from above, guided by their leader whose vision was as keen as a falcon's during a hunt. "We have twenty-one minutes before the rift seals! Seize her and proceed to the extraction point!" Pink shrieked.

The Watchers plunged earthward with blinding speed, appearing as streaks of lightning. Their vast wings obscured the sky as they effortlessly batted drones aside, enveloping the convoy. The lead vehicle was violently struck by a Watcher, flipping onto its side. The second transport was savagely rent open by razor-sharp claws and hurled from their path.

A piercing scream erupted from Moon.

Vehicle windows were lowered, and weapons emerged. Poncho and Carson seemed to materialize around Moon, unleashing a barrage of suppressing fire, creating the illusion that they were valiantly defending their leader.

"They're trying to isolate us; they must be after Sunshine," Poncho yelled through the comms, ensuring the Watchers could hear. "Turn back! Let's return to base! Protect Sunshine at all costs!"

The pursuit devolved into a chaotic spectacle of fire and dust. The Watchers, spurred by the diminishing time, were relentless. Following eight minutes of fierce engagement, the target vehicle swerved dramatically. Poncho, Carson, Elio, and Phillip activated their exo-suits. They were propelled backward from the transport, simulating ejection from an explosion.

Yet, much like the others, they began to ascend into the air, their cries feigning terror and a desperate bid for escape.

"I'll go secure reinforcements," Poncho boomed over the loudspeaker. "We're coming for you, Sunshine."

[Tracker activated, host. The target is nearing the rift... three... two... one... Target has now left Earth's atmosphere. An alert will be issued once the target reaches Xylos.]

Sunshine exhaled, a breath she felt she had held for two lifetimes. "Perfect."

Turning, she finally descended from the wall. It was finished; she no longer had to fret about Moon, nor the Xylas plotting their vengeance or striking other worlds. She would bring their end, permanently, just as the Mostoys had extinguished the Noxians.

Upon reaching the ground, Hades and Leah were waiting. There was no need for questions; the expression on her face told them everything.

"They have her," Sunshine confirmed. The serum Ala had administered to Moon, ensuring she remained unconscious for a month if needed, was about to take effect. The illusionary mask had been altered to preserve her Sunshine-like appearance. Dominic had embedded a mental trigger, designed to make her believe she was foolish and to erase her remaining memories within twenty-four hours.

These were all precautions, prepared in the event that the Xylas took a protracted time to return to their home planet, or if the creatures probed her mind. Moon was more than a prisoner of war; she was a weapon originating from Earth.

Leah moved forward, enveloping Sunshine in a hug, tears of pure joy streaming down her face.

"It is done," Leah whispered. "Thank you, Suni. I can barely express the lightness I feel in my heart. Now, I can dedicate myself to raising Ala without any lingering bitterness."

"She is gone, Leah," Sunshine replied softly. "And once that artifact within her body activates... she will cease to be anyone's concern, ever again."

As far as everyone involved was concerned, this presented an opportunity for Moon to atone for the countless lives she had taken. It was justice for all those who had perished by her hand.

Ten minutes later, the sky began to vibrate. "Attention, residents of this world. We urge you to remain indoors. With the rifts sealed, a significant lightning storm is expected to persist for 72 hours. You have one hour to make your preparations."

Those who were outside quickly returned to their homes. All entrances were secured. Pets were brought inside. Within forty minutes, the entire base resembled a near-deserted town.

Yet, there was no trace of fear or despair. Every face beamed with smiles. A single question occupied every mind: what would the world look like after these 72 hours had passed?