Webb Pithon straightened his already impeccable tie as the broadcast light blinked on. Unlike Commander Owen's blood-stained appearance, Webb projected an aura of absolute control—as if the chaos unfolding around them was merely an inconvenience rather than catastrophe.
"Citizens of the Eastern Cardinal," Webb began, his voice carrying the practiced authority that had sold billions in Pithon Industries technology, "this is Webb Pithon. You know me. You know my company. You know that when I make promises, they are kept."
He paused, allowing the weight of his reputation to settle over the audience.
"The situation Commander Owen has described is real. A thermobaric device with beast core amplification has been planted in the Nexus Arena. Its blast radius will destroy everything within five kilometers. Conventional disarmament is impossible—this is confirmed by the best technical minds in the sector, including my own son."
