But it was enough.
BIUBIUBIU, BIUBIUBIU
The X10A, like an angel of death, rose into the sky, scattering a multitude of death rays.
After a long delay before receiving their orders, the Takamanohara ground forces moving into the city to suppress the riots were almost instantly subjected to devastating attacks. Some were trapped in barracks, some were stuck at intersections, and many more were still on standby in the warehouses when they were hit by high-energy particle beams targeting fuel depots, ammunition stores, and control systems.
Endless explosions, rising mushroom clouds, towering flames, the city burning.
"The people in this place are truly fucking insane..."
A man in formal attire, with a badge marked 0213007, sat on the rooftop of the deserted Pacific Building, holding a sniper rifle and surveying the apocalyptic world, blending with the night thanks to optical invisibility assistance.
Suddenly, an anonymous communication request came through to him.
