This was the key moment.
Time continued to move forward, and Harrison Clark, along with countless others, focused their gaze on the imaging of the optical detector.
The reports showed that it was a success, but it was human nature to want to see with their own eyes before they could truly be at ease.
The four petals of the Prism Ship, which originally opened like the jaws of an abyss, were barely closed together, severely deformed, resembling a severely sunburned ice cream, even more like a cone licked multiple times by a dog.
The tip of the Star-shattering Cannon emerged from the wrap of the ice cream, no longer spewing deadly energy rays.
The melted exterior of the Prism Ship did not instantly revert either; it seemed to have turned into a lifeless object.
"Beep, beep, beep."
Emergency reports rang in Harrison Clark's highest communication channel.
Clark clicked on the play button.
