The command center was deathly silent, save for the low hum of equipment and heavy breathing.
Just moments ago, they had received devastating news!
The military deterrent the United States used to maintain order across the world, the Pacific Fleet... had been annihilated!
The satellite footage showed only a blinding, searing white light that seemed to cleave the heavens apart. Carrying an off-the-charts concentration of energy, it descended upon the carrier group in the Pacific Ocean like a thunderbolt hurled by Zeus.
Then the white light swallowed the entire image.
When the picture returned, they saw that the seawater across hundreds of kilometers, along with the carrier group that should have been there, had been forcibly scooped away by some supernatural power, leaving an enormous hollow!
Roaring seawater surged back, flooding the vast hollow.
An immeasurable volume of seawater had evaporated in an instant, producing billowing white vapor that shrouded everything.
"What kind of weapon is that?!" The air force lieutenant general slumped against his chair, his face ashen with terror. As he stared at that horrifying power, truly capable of wiping out a nation with a single strike, even his heart trembled uncontrollably.
"We found it! The satellite found it!"
A technician cried out and transferred the image to the central screen.
There, in the darkness of space, a warship more than thirty kilometers across hung near Earth's orbit, magnificent and sacred as a cathedral. Its cannon was so absurdly enormous that it nearly defied belief, and the blazing white radiance of its last shot still lingered around it.
Beside that behemoth, their satellite was nothing more than... an ant!
"A space... warship?"
"This... is his power?"
"That thing destroyed our Pacific Fleet in one shot?"
The generals in the command center stared at the immense, majestic, sacred warship,