"The government's public silence, maintaining this so-called 'diplomatic grace,' is meant to lull Severia into a false sense of security."
"Once The Dragon-Thorn Squad uncovers more evidence in the shadows about the Obsidian Sun—evidence of Severia's collusion and the creation of the Augments..."
Ambassador Sterling slowly raised his head, his authoritative gaze sweeping over everyone present. "When the time comes, Elyndor's response won't just be a simple protest."
"When that time comes, we will instantly launch the highest level of diplomatic sanctions, ensuring Severia never recovers!"
As soon as he said that, the entire atmosphere in the conference room shifted completely.
It instantly ignited the blood of every Elyndor executive present.
Suffocating?
Not anymore!
Elyndor's public silence wasn't weakness.
It was for the bigger picture.
It was to make Severia keep playing their hand, to expose more of their cards.
It was to allow Drake's squad to secure the fatal evidence from the shadows.
And it was to allow Serena to publicly turn the entire competition into a glorious home-court advantage for Elyndor.
Ambassador Sterling slowly turned his head to look at the large screen. "Drake Hunter."
But the special forces king, known for his iron-blooded ruthlessness and absolute obedience to military orders, was uncharacteristically zoned out.
"Drake Hunter!"
Ambassador Sterling frowned slightly, raising his voice for the second call.
"Sir!" Drake finally snapped out of it. His body jerked as he immediately straightened his spine. "Ambassador Sterling."
Ambassador Sterling narrowed his eyes. "Did you understand what I just said?"
Though Jerrick had been distracted, he had heard everything clearly. He quickly replied, "Understood, sir!"
"As long as you understand," Ambassador Sterling waved a hand. "This mission concerns international security. You must handle it with the utmost caution."
Jerrick stood tall and offered a crisp salute. "Yes, sir. You can count on me!"
After the video feed cut out.
Drake Hunter... also known as Jerrick Lancaster, remained standing there, still lost in thought.
Still, thinking about the person the executives described, Jerrick couldn't help but remember the girl in the underground garage last night.
The girl in the black hoodie with a coldly beautiful face, who had effortlessly wiped out over a dozen Mutated Augments the moment she struck.
The ruthless style of the Elyndor Captain, Serena, as described by the executives...
Felt remarkably similar to that arrogant little girl.
And wasn't that little girl one of the representatives sent by Elyndor to compete?
Thinking of this, Jerrick made a firm decision. He had to find time as soon as possible to visit the competition venue and see for himself.
To meet his fragile, sweet little princess of a sister.
And while he was at it, to check on that astonishing girl from the tech center last night whose name he hadn't even gotten a chance to ask.
...
At the tech center.
After the venue tour concluded, the organizers led the international teams through a series of confirmation procedures.

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