Horrifying, inhuman screeches continued to drift out of the basement door. It would be utterly appalling if everyone here had not gotten used to such a thing.
And all the time, Moshe was waiting outside, sitting on a folded chair with his legs crossed and listening with a somber look on his face. He only stepped away to make a phone call and aside from that, all he did was wait with that indecipherable look on his face.
Around half an hour after he made the call, a group of men arrived at the basecamp, gave him a respectful bow before lining up on the wall beside him. Lu Yizhou noticed that most of them were much older, around Ezra's age or more, most likely those who had been working for The Void even before Moshe took over the mantle.
