Standing in the noisy command room, the man in the gray military uniform raised his head, gazing at the brilliance in the night outside the window.
The brilliance at the very top resembled a wave, surging swiftly toward the summit of the hillside.
Yet, halfway into its advance, the wave of light was split apart by a dim "dagger" stabbing downward from above.
The dagger, akin to a stone reef along a shore, brutally divided the wave of light on both sides.
However, on both sides of this hillside lay towering cliffs.
The slope before the Northern Gate formed a funnel-like shape, narrowing as it stretched upward, flanked by towering precipices.
The upward wave of light was forcibly split to the sides, only to be squeezed back upon encountering the cliffs again.
As a result, the light-based squadron composed of flying combat aircraft became chaotic, disrupted, and decidedly slowed in their movements.
