The Temptation team had been wiped out.
As soon as the news reached the Italian airbase, a pall settled over the entire base.
Some staff scrambled to find out what was happening on the front line. Others worked without enthusiasm, their thoughts already flying home to their families. Were they all right? Still others put down their work altogether, took up the Cross hanging from their necks, and began to pray softly.
They prayed for God's protection and forgiveness.
Faced with an evil god like this, they had no faith in weapons created by human technology. They placed all their hopes in God.
Only God could defeat a demon. That was the phrase repeated most often online.
General Aonzo sat in his office behind a closed door. He had been there ever since the news arrived, and someone worried he might take his own life and wanted to go in and check on him.
A man who had risen to the rank of general surely had nerves of steel, but how many generals throughout history had killed themselves after losing a war?
Anyone could see this was not Aonzo's fault. The worry was that he might blame himself anyway.
Before the man could decide whether to go in, however, Aonzo came out.
He looked haggard. Seeing his trusted subordinates gathered outside his door, he asked with a mixture of puzzlement and relief, "What are you all doing here?"
"Nothing."
"I thought you might be thirsty, General. I was about to bring you some water."
"We were just thinking about how to deal with Typhon."
"Yes, that was what I was thinking too."
They all scrambled for excuses. What else could they say? They could hardly admit they were afraid the general might kill himself.
Aonzo soon realized why his trusted