"The antimatter core inside Marek Sol's chest has entered supercritical thermal runaway," Diana reported, her voice tight with tension over the Crowncast tactical link.
"His core output has reached twelve million gigawatts, creating a localized event horizon of blazing crimson plasma," High Scholar Ronald confirmed, his eyes fixed on the subterranean energy monitors.
"He intends to take down the entire capital city in a suicidal supernova explosion," Sir Owen warned from the bridge of the sovereign flagship.
"A dying tyrant always seeks to drag everyone into the grave with him, but we will not allow it," Nox replied, planting his feet firmly into the adamantine floor of the subterranean drydock.
"The thermal radiation is already vaporizing the reinforced titanium gantries fifty meters away," Yeda observed, her violet eyes glowing with razor-sharp spatial focus.
