Joey unconsciously quickened his pace. He could even hear his own heart pounding wildly. The closer he drew to his destination, the stronger that feeling became. He hated it.
Anyone would have felt uneasy beneath that shadow of death, let alone a Fortune Teller whose spirituality surpassed that of ordinary people.
His head was full of questions. By all rights, the time he had bought Annie should have been enough, yet things were now heading toward the worst possible outcome.
Clearly, something unexpected might have happened.
Thoughts churned through Joey's mind. By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing before the iron door of the weapons and ammunition storage room.
He eyed the tightly shut iron door and called out uncertainly.
"Annie, are you in there? What happened?"
Only after a long wait did a faint voice drift through the gap in the door.
That voice was filled with indescribable sorrow.
"Joey, do you think this world really needs gods?"
Joey froze for a moment.
In a world ruled by divine authority, Annie's words were nothing short of blasphemy. Had she spoken them in public, she would undoubtedly have been branded a heretic.
It was hard to imagine someone raised in the faith saying such a thing.
Joey did not care about any of that right now, nor did he want to discuss it.
"The bomb's about to explode. We could be blown sky-high any second. Who cares whether the world needs gods?"
Beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. He gave the closed door a gentle push and discovered it had been locked from the inside. In that case, even the Key could not open it.
He could only raise his voice and shout anxiously:
"Open the door!"
A single door separated the spaces inside