Boom, boom, boom! The entire command center...
Before the eyes of the whole world, it was that simple.
The command center of Bald Eagle's strongest Carrier Fleet was crumpled into a ball like papier-mâché, right before the whole world.
One man had faced the entire Carrier Fleet's assault, flown to its command center without a scratch, and gently closed his hand.
Within seconds, that scene had spread to every corner of the world.
Hundreds of media outlets worldwide rebroadcast Rabbit Nation State Television's live feed, while related topics on social media surpassed ten billion views.
10 Downing Street, London, John Bull.
The prime minister stood before the television in his office, the coffee in his hand long since cold.
His chief of staff stood behind him, pale-faced. His lips moved several times before he finally squeezed out a sentence:
"Prime Minister... should we reassess our relationship with Rabbit Nation?"
The prime minister did not answer. He merely set down his coffee cup, slowly turned, and looked out at the gray sky:
"That man... isn't just Bald Eagle's enemy. He's an enemy to all of us. Get them on the line."
The Élysée Palace, Paris, Gallic Rooster. The emergency defense meeting convened by the president was underway.
The footage of the carrier's command center being crushed into a metal ball played over and over on the large screen. The defense minister's hand trembled as he pointed at the black figure onscreen:
"How long could our Charles de Gaulle hold out?" No one answered, because everyone knew the answer.
The Kremlin, Moscow, Bear Nation. The president sat at the end of a long table, a cigar between his fingers and smoke curling around him.
"Bald Eagle is finished. But this isn't the end. It's a new beginning."
Just then, a call came