Across the long black marble table, porcelain cups of cold espresso sat untouched. Men and women in tailored dark suits remained still, their eyes fixed on the high-resolution recording playing against the wall.
Mr. Chana stood upright beside the podium, holding a laser pointer with quiet confidence. He followed every frame- the clash between Murad and Zeyn at his private estate.
With a press of a button, the footage froze. The screen paused right after the weapon flared with a pale green light, moments after reducing a reinforced pillar to rubble.
"What you just witnessed was unedited footage," Chana said, his voice flat and steady. "The subject was an Esper. For decades, global military doctrine insisted such entities were beyond the reach of conventional arms. AMER's fourth-generation prototype disproves that consensus."
Silence filled the chamber. Every gaze remained locked on him.
