(Planet Tithia, The First Elder's POV)
"This is absolutely outrageous! They can't do this to us!
What do you mean they blew up Juxta and destroyed the planet as a whole?
What about our civilians? What about the code of war?"
The First Elder barked, his voice booming across the chamber, as his trembling hand struck the edge of his work table with enough force to rattle the stationary lined across it.
His assistant flinched, clutching the report tablet tighter, sweat beading down his temple as he stammered.
"Th-the reports are unquestionable, First Elder. The Righteous fleet didn't stop with the military bases. They bombed the cities too. Every last one. Civilians, children, artisans… no one was spared. And after the bombardment, they shattered Juxta's core. The planet is… gone."
"Gone?"
The word left the Elder's lips in a hiss, his eyes narrowing, his face pulled into the mask of a statesman enraged, as he slammed his fist again.
