The Tension Before the Storm
The tunnel was dark and gloomy, with only a faint ray of light streaming through the jagged opening in the blown roof. Dust particles floated in the beam, suspended in the still air. The convoy was eerily quiet, as if the very walls of the tunnel were holding their breath. The soldiers stationed at the front and back of the convoy remained on high alert, barricades set up and security devices blinking faintly in the dark.
Among the soldiers, those with physical strength abilities worked tirelessly, their muscles bulging as they cleared the debris blocking the road. The sound of rocks scraping against the concrete floor echoed through the tunnel, but it did little to ease the sense of impending danger that hung over everyone. The air was thick with fear. Soldiers glanced at each other nervously, while the students huddled together, whispering anxiously among themselves.
