Yamato Empire High Command.
A circle of Yamato's top brass stared at the screen, eyes wide, brains lagging a beat behind what they'd just seen.
All they'd caught was a split-second stutter in the footage—
—and then half the Infernals were down.
"What the hell just happened?!" Ryuji Takahashi's face darkened, ugly with disbelief.
"No idea! The feed froze for a second. We didn't even see them make a move, and the Infernals just—died!"
"Damn it. Not now." Takahashi slammed a hand down. "Get the signal transmission center on the line. Now!"
"Takahashi-san," one official said hoarsely, "the biggest problem isn't the lag. It's that they can kill Infernals."
That single sentence sucked the air out of the room.
To Yamato, Infernals were a disaster—walking extinction. And yet those monsters had just been erased like they were nothing.
The psychological blow was catastrophic.
