Meanwhile.
Inside the War Room.
Garius leaned back in his chair, his expression stern and serious, his right eye glowing faintly as he watched the holographic display.
Rolland, Captain Bhujar, and the other Mathrias officers sat in stunned silence, their faces a mix of shock, awe, and fear.
The holographic display still flickered softly above the table, showing the aftermath of the precision strikes Garius had just authorized.
Rolland swallowed hard, not daring to lift his head fully.
I still can't believe what I just saw.
My own former soldiers… the rebel army that was marching with those new weapons toward River Elsin and Timberland Pass… were blown apart by several precise strikes from something I couldn't even see.
And I could hear their faint screams through the hologram after the explosions.
Their weapons, their numbers… reduced to scattered wreckage and fleeing survivors in moments.
I… I'd better stay on the good side of Garius. Always.
"Rolland?"
