Just as Chinatsu was laughing wildly among the robot wreckage, silently applauding her perfect performance, high in the sky, Ellen Mathers received an urgent report from a technician:
"Madam Ellen! The deep spirit power waveform analysis on the target below, 'Phoenix-in Chinatsu,' is complete! The comparison results... show an over 92% match with the waveform recorded for 'Welt Yang' in the database!"
The technician's voice trembled slightly due to this groundbreaking discovery: "Logical deduction suggests two main possibilities: First, the target 'Chinatsu' is either the true body of 'Welt Yang' or a form meticulously disguised by him."
"Second, and currently the higher probability—the target 'Chinatsu' has completely and thoroughly inherited the Spirit Crystal and core power system of 'Welt Yang,' causing a fundamental homogenization of her spirit power characteristics!"
Immediately following this, another set of critical data was highlighted and projected onto Ellen's tactical visor:
"However, Madam Ellen! The target's current real-time spirit power intensity reading... compared to the peak recorded during 'Welt Yang's' prime, has dropped by over 80%! The energy level shows a precipitous decline! Her core output is extremely unstable, like a candle flickering in the wind!"
Hearing this final conclusion, Ellen's lips, which had been frozen like an icy lake surface, finally curved upward into an unmistakable arc.
It was not joy, but a cold, sneering smile mixed with contempt and cruelty, having grasped the true weakness of her prey.
"Which means..." she murmured softly, her voice barely audible, as if confirming a fact that brought her immense pleasure.
"The pretentious, posturing individual down there is merely... a crippled, half-baked Spirit who luckily inherited a damaged power core, correct?"
Her gaze returned to the tiny blue figure on the ground. All previous doubts and careful scrutiny were now replaced by a pure, cold killing intent—that of a hunter finally locking onto the vital spot of wounded prey.
All the abnormalities—the exaggerated performance, the abrupt music—now had a logical explanation: they were the cloak of madness worn by the weak to conceal their frailty.
"Takamiya Mana!" Ellen did not hesitate, immediately connecting to a specific channel. Her voice, transmitted clearly through the communicator to Mana, who was waiting on the flank, carried an unquestionable command.
"Immediately lead a tactical squad and breach the factory interior! Your primary mission is to search for and confirm the real-time status of 'Nightmare'! If she is found in an irresistibly weakened state, you are authorized to kill her on sight without further consultation; if she still has the strength to resist, your first objective is to restrict her movements and prevent her spatial transfer!"
"Understood! Leave it to me, Madam Ellen!"
Mana accepted the order without hesitation. With a wave of her arm, she led a squad of DEM Wizards who were equally well-equipped and sharp-eyed.
Like several drawn swords, they tore through the air, heading precisely and swiftly toward the dark entrance of the factory in a standard assault formation.
Ellen herself locked all her attention onto Chinatsu on the ground.
She gently flexed her fingers encased in metal gloves. The top-tier realization device within her—the [pendragon]—the highest technological crystallization of the DEM Company, emitted a low, powerful hum.
The high-performance thrusters on her back suddenly spewed forth a more blazing, more condensed spectral blue flame, like the breath of an awakening dragon.
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