Upper Capital Command Center.
Dozens of screens on the circular monitoring wall simultaneously caught the flash of golden light.
The instant the Flying Thunder God Formation unfolded in front of the Tailed Beast Ball, the dark red sphere, two kilometers in diameter, seemed to be gently cradled by an invisible hand. Then it slowly sank into a swirling spatial rift-like a pebble dropped into water, ripples spread, and the sphere vanished.
Several officers in front of the main screen leaned back in their chairs at the same time.
One let out a long breath, another removed his glasses and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and another finally loosened his clenched fists.
The invisible pressure in the air dissipated along with the Tailed Beast Ball, as though a massive rock weighing on their chests had been gently lifted away.
The pressure from that Tailed Beast Ball had been overwhelming. Even dozens of kilometers away, behind multiple layers of blast-resistant concrete and reinforced structures, everyone had involuntarily stopped breathing for a moment when it appeared on the screen.
Now it had finally been sent away-beyond the Rabbit Nation's borders.
After a brief silence in the command center, a satellite technician spoke. "The situation over in Bald Eagle... has been confirmed. The Bald Eagle Capital is completely gone!"
No one responded. They all knew that, from this day onward, the Bald Eagle Nation would fall out of the ranks of the world's leading powers for good.
For a federal nation whose president, vice president, entire cabinet, majority of congressional members, and every senior commander in the Pentagon had all died at once, all that remained would be a fragmented landscape of fifty states governing themselves.
Chaos was inevitable: power struggles between states, independent deployments of