The lights were bright, even though it was tens of meters underground, there was no sense of stuffiness or dimness.
But the atmosphere was heavy.
Alongside a long conference table sat eight people, among them was Larry, who had narrowly escaped from Malakal.
There was no dust, nor any shaking, but the calm water in the glass in front of Larry started to ripple, and then the ripples began to intensify rapidly.
The vibration was very apparent, but the eight seated in the bunker did not move a muscle.
"The second time."
An old man with a face full of wrinkles, who looked to be in his late seventies, slightly raised his head. He looked at Larry and said in a low voice, "Your plan did not include Satan using a nuclear bomb, Larry. Our losses have been severe."
Larry picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip, then set it down heavily, saying, "But the Ram will definitely come! He must come!"
