Compared to his subordinates who were busy to the point of running around like headless chickens, General Kamp, seated in the command chair, seemed very calm, even excessively so, as an air of melancholic decadence wafted from the once high-spirited commander.
——It's over.
No further reports or analysis were necessary. The moment he heard the report of the power station explosion, General Kamp had already realized this, as well as the fact that no effort could turn the tide.
Without electricity, the "Hammer of Thor" might as well be dead. In the underground space filled with smoke and fire, there was no hope of repairing and restoring the thousands of converters. This superweapon, once looking down upon the world and within arm's reach of victory, now could only watch as its nearly breathless foe delivered the final strike.
Why did this happen?
