What is going on?
Hakuba rushed to the window, staring at the mushroom cloud rising over the center of Edo City. He felt as if he were losing his mind. Any person in Little Japan with a modicum of common sense knew exactly what a mushroom cloud represented. The trauma from over a decade ago had long been etched into the very bones of every citizen. As the only nation ever to be struck by a Mushroom Egg, there was an innate, deep-seated fear of mushroom clouds in their collective consciousness.
Now, as that buried memory resurfaced, Hakuba collapsed onto the floor. It was over. He was done for. He was going to die. Everyone knew the destructive power of a Mushroom Egg. Decades ago, the Mushroom Eggs detonated over Hiroshima and Nagasaki had a radius of destruction reaching seven thousand meters. The Edo Metropolitan Police Department was a mere two thousand three hundred meters from the city center. At such close range, the shockwave from a nuclear blast should have leveled the entire headquarters building.
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