Anello's fingers gripped the handset of the magic device, unsure whether to let go or to keep clenching until knuckles turned white.
His chest felt as if it was being crushed by a heavy stone, making breathing somewhat difficult.
This brightly lit space, this office that should have been a comfort to him, had instantly turned into a closed cage that he still couldn't escape from, imprisoning him more clearly.
It should have been a connection to the imperial capital.
But how could such a familiar yet unfamiliar voice be coming from the other end?
Anello's thoughts raced in his mind.
How was it possible for someone else to occupy the dedicated communication line between Xue Yuan Province and the imperial capital Herram?
Had the entire imperial capital, the entire battle line already fallen into the hands of the enemy?
This was impossible, absolutely impossible!
It should be his illusion!
In Anello's eyes flashed a horror like a trapped beast, trying to see the truth.
