Black Eight Horse gritted his teeth, determined to press the button on the remote. Since he was going to die, he would take the entire world down with him.
"No, don't!"
The other Monarchs panicked. No longer on his side, they lunged for the remote control, but it was too late. Black Eight Horse had already pressed the button.
Instantly, the nuclear missiles orbiting Earth flared with surging power. They shattered the void and hurtled down at an inconceivable speed, tearing through the ozone layer toward the continents below. Satellites over every continent registered the attack, causing the Monarchs and high-ranking officials to turn deathly pale.
"Black Eight Horse, how could you do this?"
"He's trying to drag us all down with him! This can't be happening!"
"But how do we stop it?"
Although the Dynasties had acquired ultra-modern technology, they were powerless against the nuclear bombardment and the impending planetary collision. They were utterly helpless.
