Skyhammer Aerospace Strategic Platform, Combat Observation Room.
The heads of state and key representatives of the participating nations had gathered here. Once Harry realized the danger posed by that thing, Sky Hammer had immediately brought these important figures aboard the Aerospace Strategic Platform.
At first, they had not known what was happening. But the demons pouring out of the rift and Tokyo's warped streets made them realize that something extraordinary had happened again—and that this time, it was even more serious.
Everything within a thirty-kilometer radius of the battlefield had been evacuated. In theory, no one remained inside.
Naturally, the Japanese government had strongly resisted this measure. But the executor was Sky Hammer, representing the UN Security Council—or, more precisely, acting with the tacit approval of the five permanent member states. Under those circumstances, they could only comply.
But when reports from the scene came in, they felt nothing but relief. After all, losing land was one thing; as long as people were alive, it was a blessing.
The screens displayed the battlefield. When Sparta descended from the sky and charged without hesitation into the heart of enemy territory, everyone broke into a cold sweat.
Then, the way they slaughtered the demons filled everyone with excitement. But when Harry unleashed the Six-Eyed Demon, then trapped it in the spatial rift, their emotions rose and fell like a roller coaster. Even the doctors nearby broke into a cold sweat, afraid someone might suddenly suffer a heart attack—especially the Emperor of Japan and the Japanese Prime Minister.
Then the rift closed, only for another one to appear and tense everyone's nerves once more—then they all saw it: a Sparta leaping from a building without hesitation...
Bzzz—
Communications were cut off.
"Everyone, a special situation has arisen at the scene. These Invaders have