At the stroke of night, Miss Thompson's voice echoed through the underground space. "We move at midnight," she declared, her tone resolute. The group members nodded in response, a mix of determination and anticipation filling the air. Jabal, ever the cheerful presence, let out a gleeful giggle, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.
As they settled into a discussion about their next steps, Mark couldn't help but be intrigued by Jabal's choice to live underground. "So, Jabal, why do you choose to live down here?" Mark asked, his curiosity evident in his tone.
Jabal's smile faltered for a moment, his expression turning half-serious. "Have you seen the condition up there?" he replied, his voice laced with a touch of bitterness. "The Maley military didn't care about their own people. They fought against the Fetirs without regard for innocent lives. They put their own citizens in danger."
