Edmund watched the 4-11 district engulfed in a sea of flames.
His breathing became rapid in an instant.
However, he fought to suppress it, forcing himself to remain calm.
The 4-11 district was no more.
But the other districts were still there.
Squad 11 had been annihilated, but the remaining squads were still there, and he had to take responsibility for them.
With his eyes fixed on hundreds of screens, Edmund's brain whirred like never before, strands of nosebleed began to flow, yet he was utterly unaware.
Commands were issued accurately and timely.
Not a single mistake was made.
At that moment, Edmund's brain was working as if a hundred people were toiling together.
'They' were methodical.
'They' had a clear division of labor.
'They' tagged risk levels.
'They' dealt with them one by one.
Most of the battle was effectively controlled.
But, accidents always happen.
