Night of Assassination

"We got it on camera, but the details aren't very clear, especially the final scene." The subordinate pushed the professional camera toward Rayleigh Eugene.

Rayleigh Eugene took the camera and hurriedly opened the footage.

It was last year's newest model, with top-tier motion capture and resolution, specially designed for filming adventure programs such as wingsuit flying and downhill skiing.

A high-altitude battle like that, at night no less, was simply impossible to capture with a phone.

The video was two minutes long. There were almost no close-up shots, because the giant eagle was flying too fast—close to, or even exceeding, the speed of sound—and it wasn't moving in a straight line. Trying to film it up close would have made it easy to lose the target.

But it was enough. In the footage, the night sky hung heavy as more than a dozen tornadoes raced about. Within that apocalyptic scene, a massive black shadow darted nimbly through the hurricanes, sometimes tracing a Z-shape, sometimes curving into an S-shape.

Its speed and agility surpassed even the Wind Mages hailed as the "rulers of the skies."

"Filming high-motion scenes in low light has always been the weakness of any camera or recording device." Rayleigh Eugene sighed. The resolution was decent, but hardly exceptional.

The distance was too great, and it was nighttime. There was no point demanding more.

There was also one thing he found unsatisfactory: after the giant eagle's body exploded, it vanished abruptly, and Ju Mang suddenly appeared.

That portion hadn't been captured very clearly.

On second thought, though, controversy and unanswered questions would only make the video more popular.

Satisfied, Rayleigh Eugene handed the camera back to his subordinate. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his gaze across the guests' faces. Among the major official organizations, the Sea God Church