Sprite's weak willpower far exceeded Harry's expectations.
Still, that was normal enough. After all, in the movies, she had been someone who cried over her appearance.
And because of that, she had kept wavering between promoting the Emergence and stopping it...
Honestly, Harry could not understand what the Celestial Group had been thinking, creating a whole batch of defective products to carry out such an important mission.
With just a tiny amount of Psychic Power, Harry crushed her will. He had not even needed illusions or anything like that; he had simply overwhelmed her consciousness.
"Honestly... report the losses."
"Ring sectors C1 through C34, B3, B15, and A14 suffered severe damage. All Colony Ships docked at the port were destroyed, but those are minor issues. Repair teams are already online.
"The key point is that twelve ordinary researchers died in this attack. They had been performing routine maintenance on the Colony Ships when the attack occurred."
"I... didn't know there were people inside." Ikaris, lying in the energy cage like a dog, seemed somewhat remorseful as he spoke.
Sparta had riddled him with holes. His body was covered in penetrating wounds, but the Eternals' peculiar constitution made it difficult for him to die from them.
Harry did not look at him—in the original story, he had been one of those who insisted on carrying out the Emergence.
He looked remorseful now, but the Emergence would kill everyone on Earth, and he did not care. As long as he was not the one directly doing the killing, it seemed to make no difference to him.
"You're dead."
Harry closed the cage, and Ikaris's screams came from within—the restraints would prevent him from recovering until the day of his trial and execution.
It seemed this attack had mainly been planned by Ikaris—without