Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, the thick haze of cigar smoke filled the air, swirling lazily under the low, flickering lights. The room was expansive but shadowed, with only the faint glow of a massive monitor illuminating the face of a man sitting behind a sleek, metal desk. His silhouette was barely visible, save for the glint of his sharp eyes as he puffed on a cigar, the red embers glowing ominously in the dark.
The giant monitor in front of him displayed the chaotic scene outside, showing the aftermath of Raika's battle with the colossal mech. The camera feed zoomed in on her as she lay motionless on the ground, bloodied and exhausted, while the wreckage of the once-mighty machine lay strewn around her like the discarded remains of a child's toy.
