Pratap's gaze hardened. "Then we won't give him any choice. We'll hit him with everything we have. Naval warships, aircraft—an all-out assault. If it comes to it, we'll make Nicobar a graveyard. No mercy, no hesitation."
The ministers around the table fell silent, their faces lined with a mixture of dread and resolve. Rajesh broke the silence, his tone icy. "He'll go down in history all right. He'll be remembered for his brilliance, yes, but also for his arrogance. He'll fall with every piece of technology he's crafted, every plan he's set in motion, buried under the weight of his hubris."
Pratap nodded sharply. "And when it's over and the dust has settled, we'll move in to recover whatever's left—his research, his inventions… we will comb through the ruins and see if any of it can be salvaged for our use. His genius will serve us, one way or the other."
Rajesh scanned the room, ensuring everyone was aligned, "Do we have everyone's support for this."
