The firefighters comforted everyone, but he was despairing inside, because he could see no hope of survival.
But he could not show it. If he lost his head, they were all finished.
Just then, he heard someone speaking to him again. "Do you believe in True Martial?"
"Who?" He looked around, but no one answered. He could not help freezing. Am I so oxygen-deprived that I'm already hallucinating?
The female doctor shot him a displeased look and spoke through the wet towel covering her mouth. "Can't you talk less?"
The next instant, her eyes widened. She looked around. "Who's talking to me?"
Because a faint, indistinct voice had also sounded beside her ear. "Do you believe in True Martial?"
The firefighter rubbed his arm. He felt goosebumps rising all over him. "What did you hear?"
The fire around them was too intense, and the wind was strong. He had not spoken loudly, but the female doctor still heard him. After hesitating, she shouted, "It sounded like someone was asking... whether I believed in True Martial."
The moment the firefighter heard that, he sprang to his feet. Looking around and rubbing his arms twice more, he said in a deep voice, "Who's playing tricks?"
With smoke filling the air, no one noticed that dark clouds had already gathered overhead.
A loud boom rang out. A vehicle's fuel tank had been unable to withstand the heat and exploded, then began crackling as it burned.
The despair on everyone's faces deepened.
"I believe in True Martial!" The young man in his early twenties sprang to his feet. He had heard the voice too, and he shouted desperately, "If I get out alive, I'll donate a temple to His Excellency!"
Then two more people heard the voice and stood up in succession. One of