Earth Forces' Ultimatum

The leader's words carried an acceptance born of helplessness.

He implied that the Earth Alliance could not resort to coercive measures.

His gaze lingered on Djibril's face, but Djibril's expression did not change.

"Since Orb is one of Earth's nations, it should assist the Alliance as well. Shouldn't it?"

Djibril dismissed the leader's objection.

He neither raised his voice in anger nor made any threatening gesture.

He simply stated the facts calmly, and the logic in his tone completely overwhelmed the leader's argument.

Beyond the conference room's glass walls, the blue-glowing sea was clearly visible, with schools of fish swimming in the distance.

Yet inside the conference room, the atmosphere had frozen. No one at the table made a sound.

The sound of breathing became distinct.

The faint rustling of military uniforms was amplified in the empty room.

Every passing second carried weight.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Djibril.

Silence fell over the conference room.

The silence lasted for several seconds, with no one breaking it.

Inside the conference room, every leader's thoughts were in complete agreement with Djibril's view.

Their expressions did not change, and there was no doubt in their eyes.

They collectively accepted the argument without any need for further justification.

The Alliance members shared the belief that every nation on Earth should submit to one will.

This stubborn conviction had taken deep root among them, becoming a collective ideology.

They believed that all nations on Earth should unite against the Coordinators and obey their command.

They could not understand why any country would choose neutrality.

This arrogant theory had become the shared understanding of them all, guiding their actions.

They could not even comprehend why anyone might think otherwise.

They regarded neutrality as betrayal, an obstruction to their common cause.

Djibril leaned forward slightly.

His gaze