Standing at the foredeck of one of the battleships surrounding Norfolk's harbour was the Vice President of the federation himself.
He gripped the railing tightly, his glasses trembling when he locked his eyes on the Echo Rift. A massive pitch-black spatial tear standing above the sea like a black hole.
Immediately after he cancelled the Phoenix-Talon joint gala, he rushed here. Only to realise that the situation was far worse than his previous calculations.
"Sir!" A woman wearing a white shirt and black pencil skirt rushed to his side just then, handing him an iPad. "We haven't been able to get an accurate reading of the Rift's aether energy yet—but take a look at this."
Taking the iPad off her hands, he squinted.
It only took a few seconds of looking for his eyes to widen. "This… beyond S Rank?"
