The air was thick with the smell of sweat, fear, and despair.
On the massive tactical display, five blips representing friendly aircraft vanished in an instant. The rest were fleeing the edge of the battlefield at maximum speed, signaling the complete failure of the attack.
At the center of the main screen, the enormous thermal signature representing Connors remained blazing and steady. It even appeared brighter after releasing immense energy moments ago. It was intently "feeding" amid the ruins, and every digging motion was like a heavy hammer blow striking the hearts of everyone present.
Kenji Kobayashi's face was pale white as paper. Both hands gripped the edge of the Command Console tightly, his knuckles drained of color from the excessive force.
Through the screen, he could almost see the twisted, deformed fragments of reactor pressure vessels being turned over by Connors's giant claws. He could see the molten fuel rods glowing with a faint blue light, like hellish gems, greedily being fed into the monster's mouth.
Every excavation meant more Radioactive Material being exposed and dispersed. It meant ecological wounds that Fukushima, and even the entire northeastern region of Honshu Island, would struggle to heal for centuries to come.
His heart sank into an icy abyss of despair, and his stomach churned violently.
"Bang!"
General Angelerra's fist, filled with rage and frustration, slammed heavily onto the sturdy alloy Command Console. The dull boom Shaken the coffee cup beside it into jumping.
His face was livid, his jaw muscles taut, and the veins at his temples throbbed wildly.
The enormous tactical screen clearly replayed the one-sided slaughter from moments ago—no, it could not even be called a battle. It had been a unilateral crushing and merciless mockery of humanity's proud air power!
The losses were catastrophic! Too horrible to look