Ace Combat 7 Fatal Error (Plus)

It was a routine sortie over the Farbanti ruins. The sky was a bruised purple, lit by the occasional flicker of distant lightning—residual atmospheric interference from the Ulysses debris, or so the briefing said. Trigger’s F-22A Raptor cut through the thick, ionized air like a ghost. Three confirmed drone kills already. A fourth spiraled into the flooded city below, its thrust vectoring useless after a well-placed missile.

Then the sky cracked.

The last thing he saw before the void consumed him was the man in the polo shirt reaching for the power cord. ace combat 7 fatal error

Below, the waves of the Ceres Sea stopped moving. They hardened into a flat blue texture, like a child’s drawing. The distant clouds ceased their drift. Even Count’s voice over the radio— “Trigger, break right! Break—” —cut off mid-syllable, replaced by a cold, repeating loop of static. It was a routine sortie over the Farbanti ruins

The man’s lips moved. “What the—” Three confirmed drone kills already