Jason was extremely nervous, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His hands were clenched so tightly into fists that his knuckles had turned white and his fingernails dug into his palms, yet he was completely oblivious to the pain. His eyes were glued to the main monitor.
Everyone else in the command center was in the exact same state, paralyzed by tension as they stared at the screens. Although the tetrahydrogen bomb had successfully detonated, no one knew if the strike had actually been effective.
Jason had a sinking feeling in his gut.
The colossal, blue-white nuclear fireball had completely swallowed the Viridian spacecraft, but its actual destructive yield against the hull... was probably severely limited.
The bomb hadn't detonated directly against the armor; it had been forced to airburst nearly a hundred kilometers away from the target.
A hundred kilometers was simply too far.
