Atlas grabbed at her hair with both mechanical hands and let out a disbelieving scream.
"Leviathan's armor strength is rated above level one hundred thousand!"
"Its reactor's deflection field can withstand the crushing pressure of a continental shelf!"
"How could it lose power after just a few exchanges?"
Beside her, the antenna on Pythagoras's head spun so fast it threw sparks.
The temperature of his computing core shot straight past the warning threshold.
"According to the energy-loss model, Leviathan should theoretically withstand sustained, high-intensity bombardment."
"This defies the laws of mechanics. Our calculations have been completely overturned."
Vegapunk stood before the control console, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He ignored his satellites' cries and dragged the progress bar across the holographic panel.
The battle in the outer sea began replaying frame by frame.
Onscreen, more than thirty beams from low Earth orbit converged.
The light struck Leviathan's left gill.
At that instant, the force field warped, then shattered and collapsed.
Vegapunk stared at the energy waveform, his eyes bloodshot.
"He calculated the dynamic refresh rate of the spatial fold..."
"How did he pinpoint a charging interval of 0.004 seconds?"
"How is that even possible?"
Vegapunk muttered to himself.
It had taken him thirty years to decipher the Ancient Kingdom's Spatial Geometric Deflection Technology from the wreckage.
He had always believed it was the ultimate invention, five hundred years ahead of its time.
Reality had just slapped him in the face.
In only three seconds, his opponent had taken that barrier apart like a toy made of blocks.
The hum of the exhaust fans was the only sound left in the institute's hall.
Click.
The main console's screen suddenly flickered.
The black surveillance feed was forcibly cut off, its signal source brutally overridden.
Blue motes of light gathered in the center of