Special Operations Coordination Room.
The vast room was silent, the atmosphere incomparably grave.
A middle-aged man in uniform stepped inside. Though he was under forty, everyone around him respectfully lowered their heads.
"Sir."
The middle-aged man gave a slight nod and looked toward the large screen.
Displayed on the screen was an enlarged topographical map of Tai City. At that moment, the map looked as if it had been drenched in ink, filled with blackness.
"Report the situation."
"Nearly every group has been wiped out. Group A has entered the darkness and cannot be contacted at the moment."
Ten minutes had passed.
A full ten minutes.
The silver dots representing the Spirit Association showed no sign of movement. They were so still they seemed nonexistent; without careful inspection, one might not even spot those few dots on the map at first glance.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent communications room, liaison officers repeatedly called the agents, but received no response from the communicators for a long time.
"We... have no one left to deploy." Wei Zheng's mouth was dry as he forced out those words.
They did not want to believe it, but reality was cruel.
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows deeply. After thinking for a moment, he said,
"Switch to the Military Region channel."
The operator pressed several buttons on the equipment. The next second, the screen flickered, and the border area of Tai City was enlarged to fill the main display.
Sound came through the communicator. All they could hear were earth-shaking battle cries and the heart-rending screeches of bats.
"The Military Region is attempting to enter Tai City's urban district. At the earliest, they will need another thirty minutes to reach Central Plaza."
"Thirty minutes? By then, the King will have hatched! Tai City will be gone! What