"The First Battle of Arima III has concluded."
Rui's voice hung in the meeting room of Central Human Command. His tone revealed neither satisfaction nor disappointment, but merely acceptance. His ethereal eyes betrayed the deep thought that he was engrossed in, even as he leaned forward at the head of the table, his fingers interlaced with each other.
Although he had presented a powerful image of himself to the rest of human civilization, the people around him could see that he didn't possess the absolute confidence in humanity's odds of a smooth victory.
