Richard bit his nail, his nerves stretched taut at the possibility that the Alpha Gryphon might still be alive. The absence of any system notification only heightened his anxiety. He stood, eyes fixed on the display monitor, waiting for the smoke to clear. The room was silent, the tension palpable among the team as they all awaited visual confirmation.
Seconds felt like hours until, finally, the screen flickered back to life, showing the aftermath of the strike. Amidst the settling smoke, they saw the Alpha Gryphon. It was plummeting from the skies, resembling a lifeless entity, its once formidable form now seemingly defeated by the power of the LRHW. A collective sigh rippled through the command center, but Richard remained cautious, knowing better than to trust appearances.
"Keep monitoring," he instructed. "I haven't received any notifications whatsoever in my system. It's still alive—"
Actually, he could confirm it.
