Love At The Wrong Table Chapter 1841-Despite leading a large force, Quell and Vachon were taking a beating from the constant firing coming from the northern base fortress. Feeling stuck and unsure, they had no choice but to retreat.

“Quell, Vachon, Mr. Emmanuel sent us an urgent message!” Aqua called out as she arrived on horseback, having ridden from the central region.

Surveying the grim scene, she thought, This battlefield is a mess–bodies everywhere, and blood staining the ground.

“What’s up, Aqua?” Vachon asked, clearly fretted as he noticed her hesitation.

“Wait, what?” Aqua snapped back to focus, realizing they couldn’t allow any delays.

Composing herself, she clarified, “Mr. Emmanuel just got word that the Airspace Group is coming and will reach us in about eleven hours. We’ve got less than nine hours to act. By 6 p.m., we need to hit all five buttons at all the bases to open the docks.”

She made the trip in just an hour to get the message. However, the northern base was so far from the dock that it would take a minimum of two hours to reach it. Given the tight schedule, they realistically had around seven hours to wrap things up. Thus, they were short of the nine hours they initially believed they had.