"Is Elyndor actively refusing to publish portions of the triage data?"
"Is Elyndor exploiting this rescue operation as a cover to harvest biometric data on global core experts?!"
Every accusation was heavier and more damning than the last.
The exterior had devolved into an absolute circus.
While inside, people were still fighting desperately to save lives.
Under this suffocating pressure,
The State Department had no choice but to send Ambassador Sterling to address the madness personally.
The live broadcast cameras hummed to life.
Ambassador Sterling stood just outside the intensive care quarantine zone, immaculate in his suit, his expression gravely serious. Deep exhaustion from the relentless, high-pressure marathon was etched into the lines around his eyes.
But the unshakeable poise befitting an Elyndorian diplomat hadn't diminished in the slightest.
He stood behind the makeshift press podium, the frantic, life-saving efforts of the Elyndorian medical division clearly visible behind him.
He stared straight into the lens, his voice steady and commanding. "I stand here on behalf of Elyndor to clarify the current situation to the globe."
"The international experts extracted from the tech center's subterranean base are currently in an extraordinarily critical state."
"The Obsidian Sun's prolonged human experimentation has inflicted catastrophic, irreversible trauma upon their bodies."
"Right now, Elyndor's elite medical division is throwing everything they have into this triage effort, working alongside international specialists via remote uplink to formulate the most viable treatment algorithms."
"Every single one of us is racing against the clock."
"We all share the exact same goal—to rip these invaluable international minds from the jaws of death."
His gaze chilled a fraction. "We respect every human life, and we pray that every single expert, regardless of nationality, survives this night."
"I implore the world not to be manipulated by actors with ulterior motives. Do not attempt to shift the blood spilled by the Obsidian Sun and Severia onto the very people bleeding to save these lives."
His statement was perfectly reasoned and delivered with unshakable authority.
But off-camera, how could the provocateurs possibly let the broadcast conclude smoothly?
Rapidly, a voice in the crowd deliberately screamed over the murmurs.
"Talk is cheap! Then why hasn't anyone been saved yet?!"


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