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Chen Xiang gripped the table tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the strain. The entire underground shelter shook violently, as if it could collapse at any moment. The air was filled with the roar of chaos and the screams of civilians, plunging the space into a state of apocalyptic disorder. Soldiers rushed about, some sprinting through the narrow corridors, while others gathered around communication equipment, trying to restore contact with the outside world.
"Quick! Restore communications with the outside!" Chen Xiang shouted, his voice urgent amidst the deafening noise. He knew that the situation outside had spiraled out of control; they needed to understand what was happening beyond their walls, or they would be unable to respond effectively.
However, deep down, Chen Xiang understood that under these circumstances, restoring communication was nearly impossible. The catastrophic meteor explosion had obliterated everything on the surface, and it was highly likely that all communication lines were severed. Only a miracle could save them now. This sense of helplessness spread within him, but he could not show it; he could not let the soldiers see his inner turmoil.
Under his command, the soldiers frantically operated the panels, attempting to re-establish contact with the outside world. Their fingers flew over the controls, but no matter how hard they tried, the screens remained dark. The communication equipment showed no signs of life; it was as if the entire system had completely crashed.
"Damn it... hurry up and try again!" Chen Xiang's voice was filled with desperation. His rational mind told him that this might be futile, yet he refused to give up on that last glimmer of hope.
The soldiers pressed on helplessly at the control panel, their own feelings of powerlessness mirroring his. The complete failure of the communication system left them feeling defeated, as if they were entirely cut off from the outside world and isolated without support. Every second felt like an endless torment, and they were at a loss for what to do.
"This... this is impossible..." a soldier muttered under his breath, his fingers trembling slightly from anxiety. He understood that their efforts were in vain but continued to operate as if it might ease his fear just a little.
Watching the soldiers struggle, Chen Xiang felt overwhelmed by pressure and helplessness. As their commander, he knew he had to remain calm and find a solution, but in the face of such disaster, he felt so small and powerless. As time passed, the chaos in the shelter did not lessen; it only intensified.
Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the shelter, its piercing sound cutting through the air like a knife. The entire underground space seemed to tremble at that sound. It felt like a prelude to doomsday, suffocating and making every hope seem distant and unreachable. Standing at the command desk, all noise seemed to vanish in an instant; only his racing heartbeat echoed in his ears, pounding heavily against his chest.
He tried to calm himself down and rationally analyze the situation before him; however, the terrifying alarm continued to tear at his thoughts, pulling him back into a reality filled with fear and despair. His body stiffened with tension as he clenched his fists on the command table, nails digging painfully into his palms. Yet this pain did not awaken him; instead, it plunged him deeper into an abyss of helplessness.
This was not his first time on a battlefield; he had faced enemy fire countless times and commanded soldiers into battle. But this situation was entirely different from any he had encountered before. This battle was not just about military victory or defeat; it concerned the lives of thousands of innocent civilians who depended on him for protection. Their lives weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Yet now he felt utterly powerless. No matter how hard he tried to think or how he commanded his soldiers to defend themselves against this sudden disaster, he found himself unable to control the situation. It felt as if the entire world was closing in on him while he stood frozen in place, watching everything gradually collapse around him. This was an experience unlike any other in his life—a profound sense of helplessness he had never known before.
The lights in the shelter flickered erratically, the screams and cries of the civilians rising and falling in a chaotic symphony, while frantic footsteps echoed in the cramped space. Everyone was trying to escape this crumbling underground world. However, Chen Xiang could only stand frozen in place, letting fear spread within him. He knew he should issue commands, should stand firmly before everyone as their pillar of strength, but at that moment, he felt utterly powerless, merely watching helplessly.
"Is it really true that we can only leave everything to fate?" he silently questioned himself, yet there was no answer to this dilemma. It was the first time in his life that he felt so acutely small and helpless, an unprecedented sense of despair enveloping him tightly, making it impossible to break free.
Just as Chen Xiang sank deeper into despair and powerlessness, a soldier rushed to his side, clutching a tablet tightly in trembling hands, nearly crushing it with his grip. The soldier's face was etched with terror and confusion, his eyes shimmering with disbelief. He stumbled to steady himself, took a deep breath, and stammered, "General, the Southern Capital... is enduring an attack equivalent to three nuclear bombs... I-I don't understand..."
Chen Xiang's heart sank suddenly, feeling the pressure that had already pushed him to the brink intensify further. He stared fixedly at the tablet in the soldier's hands, shock washing over him like a tidal wave, almost drowning him. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion as he tried to maintain his composure and not be completely overwhelmed by this earth-shattering news.
"An attack equivalent to three nuclear bombs?" He repeated this phrase in his mind, his thoughts swirling chaotically. He understood that Master Han's summoning of meteors was no ordinary act, but he had never imagined that such power could reach such catastrophic levels.
"General, what should we do?" The soldier's voice trembled with helplessness and fear.
Chen Xiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to suppress the shock and panic within him. He knew that at this moment, he had to remain calm; otherwise, the entire shelter would descend into uncontrollable chaos. Slowly opening his eyes and meeting the soldier's anxious gaze, he spoke with a steady tone laced with resignation: "I understand."
"The power of cultivators... truly is beyond our comprehension." He sighed softly, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of awe and reverence. Although he had fought alongside these powerful cultivators, he still felt too unfamiliar and ignorant of the strength they possessed.
The soldier's eyes were filled with confusion and uncertainty as he looked hopefully at Chen Xiang, as if waiting for him to provide guidance—a plan that could lead them away from this disaster. However, Chen Xiang could only shake his head gently, feeling a wave of powerlessness wash over him once more.
"What we can do... is pray that this power can completely annihilate those demon forces." He said quietly, his tone tinged with resignation and sorrow. Master Han's choice might have been correct, but the outcome of this battle had already surpassed his control and even everyone else's understanding.
"Go inform everyone to prepare for whatever comes next." He slowly issued the command, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that regardless of the outcome, they could only accept reality and face this unknown fate ahead.
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