"Sir, urgent communication has come in from the Kestrel and Talisman brigades deployed to Washington, D.C. They say the US military in the capital has acquired a new weapon that they had not previously identified, turning the tide of the war."

"...I see. Let's check here."

"Understood. I'll prepare a table."

6 p.m., Junkanoo Beach, New Providence Island, Bahamas.

The sound of crashing waves and the sunset slowly sinking toward the horizon envelop the entire beach. The world gradually darkens, and a sand island floating a few hundred meters ahead and a cruise ship half-sunk on the shore leisurely shine.

A man leisurely swimming in the emerald sea surrounding the wide sandy beach occasionally strewn with abandoned parasols and broken plastic chairs comes ashore.

There was not a single person around. To be exact, it meant that there was not a single person, except for the soldiers who were fully armed and guarding the surroundings tightly.