Inside the command room of the Dawnstar, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Silad stood before the holographic projection, both hands braced on the console, his knuckles white with strain. On the display, one after another, the lights representing the Level 6 Liquid Metal Warriors were going dark.
"Seventh Theater, Flowing Light Sword King Arus—killed in action."
The aide's voice trembled.
"Thirteenth Theater, Purple Lightning Spear King Hogel—killed in action."
"Third Theater, Frost Blade Sword King Carol—killed in action."
The dark red words "killed in action" stabbed at his eyes, making his eyelids twitch.
"That's enough!"
Silad spun around and glared at the figure standing with his hands clasped behind his back not far away.
"Lord Sanger! We can't go on like this!"
His voice trembled with barely contained fury.
"Five Level 6 War Kings have already been killed! Five! They're the Empire's elite, powerful warriors raised at the cost of countless resources! Now that bastard is hunting them down one by one, and we... we're just going to stand here and watch?"
Sanger didn't turn around.
With his back to everyone, he faced the viewing window and gazed toward the distant battlefield, where flames soared into the sky.
"Wait a little longer!"
His voice was terrifyingly calm, cold as an unfeeling machine.
"Wait? How much longer?" Silad practically shouted. "Until he's killed all our Level 6 War Kings? Lord Sanger, I understand that you want to capture Fang Mo, but at this rate, even if we catch him, our losses will..."
"I said, wait a little longer."
Sanger cut him off without mercy.
His voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay an authority powerful enough to crush everything.
Silad opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.
He could only stare at