Genesis—Rau Le Creuset looked at the structure of death bearing that hope-filled name. The sheer absurdity and irony of it made the corners of his mouth rise uncontrollably, and he nearly laughed aloud.
Fortunately, Patrick was so immersed in anticipation of the magnificent sight after firing that he failed to notice the unusual state of the trusted subordinate beside him.
How foolish. So utterly useful. The way you struggle and dance like puppets on strings makes me want to beat the drums of praise for you.
Someone like you, consumed by hatred, will surely destroy the world you hold so dear with your own hands.
"Fire!"
Even at the final moment, Patrick did not turn his head, and naturally failed to notice the utterly contemptuous gaze cast from behind the white mask.
Following his own supreme will, he slashed his hand forward and issued the order to fire.
At the deepest point of the cylindrical mirrored base, the immense energy of nuclear fission underwent an incomparably violent reaction within the magazine, erupting in an intense light of death. That ultra-high-density gamma-ray laser was first focused by the first layer of cone-shaped reflective mirrors, then immediately refracted by the enormous secondary mirror and blasted toward the designated coordinates.
A massively thick beam of searing light swept across the vast battlefield in less than a tenth of a second, piercing every obstacle in its path without resistance. The enormous Earth Forces fleet before its trajectory was exposed to that white light for only an instant before its heavy armor melted into molten metal, its hull frames shattered, and its entire interior became an inferno of extreme heat, finally turning into exploding fireballs.
Almost everyone watching the monitors was shaken by the overwhelming spectacle, one against which there was no power to resist.