Conversation in the Hangar

Muruta looked straight at Uzumi, ignoring Kisaka's shock behind him.

His voice was clear and calm, every word driving into the air like an iron nail, presenting his judgment without reservation.

"Yes." There was not the slightest hesitation in Muruta's tone; his certainty was as undeniable as a fact set in stone.

"If Panama falls as I expect, they'll be desperate to secure the Mass Accelerator."

Muruta's logic was like a cold machine, devoid of emotional deviation.

His gaze now carried a contempt for human nature.

"No idiot would fight the same opponent immediately after suffering defeat."

His words revealed his clear assessment of the Earth Alliance's leadership.

"In that case, they'll naturally set their sights on a place that has what they want and is easy to seize—Orb."

Muruta's tone carried a cruel certainty.

Uzumi ignored Kisaka's astonishment beside him. He and Muruta continued their conversation, exchanging looks. Every meeting of their eyes was like a silent confirmation, proof that they had a complete grasp of the situation.

They nodded faintly, their understanding and thoughts perfectly in sync.

As he had said earlier, Muruta provided Uzumi with all the information he possessed on the Earth Alliance, including mobile suit data, strategic deployments, and personnel structure, without holding anything back.

Uzumi carefully compared the intelligence, rapidly formulating countermeasures in his mind and making thorough preparations for the Earth Alliance's highly likely attack on Orb.

It was a race against time, devoid of anything romantic—only cold calculations and brutal predictions of the future.

Just a few hours earlier, Muruta Azrael's prediction had cruelly become reality on the other side of the Earth Sphere.

The military buildup being carried out beneath the surface to defend Orb now seemed shrouded in the shadow of Panama's fall.

Panama, the Earth Alliance's spaceport on the