Almost everyone who witnessed this was dumbstruck.
The White God, who had descended in the form of a Holy Angel into the Virtual World, now had half of his body blasted through.
"The White God is injured as well?"
"So... just how strong is that person?"
...
Federation Headquarters.
A black-haired youth groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
People nearby panicked and rushed over to him.
The youth raised his hand, wiping the blood from his mouth with a tissue calmly.
"Commander?" those around him asked, uncertain and worried.
The youth did not speak, continuing to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze was a bit hazy.
Muttering something to himself.
After a moment.
Someone came through the door.
"People from Sky's Watch are here about the recent Network Invasion..."
The youth slowly looked up, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find his whereabouts."
The newcomer was taken aback.
