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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 scene reminiscent of the apocalypse. Soldiers rushed about, some sprinting through the narrow corridors while others gathered around communication equipment, desperately trying to restore contact with the outside world.
"Quick! Restore communication 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 had to grasp what was happening beyond their walls, or they would be unable to respond effectively.
Yet deep down, Chen Xiang understood that under these circumstances, repairing the communication equipment was nearly impossible. The catastrophic meteor explosion had obliterated everything on the surface, and communication lines were likely severed completely. All he could hope for was a miracle. This sense of helplessness spread within him, but he couldn't show it; he couldn't let the soldiers see any wavering in his resolve.
Under his command, soldiers frantically operated the panels, trying to reestablish contact with the outside world. Their fingers flew across the control console, but no matter how hard they tried, the screens remained dark. The communication equipment showed no signs of life; it seemed as if the entire system had crashed.
"Damn it... Hurry up, try again!" Chen Xiang's voice was filled with anxiety. 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 with heavy hearts, feeling equally powerless. The complete failure of the communication system left them feeling defeated, as if they were entirely cut off from the outside world and utterly alone. Each passing second felt like an endless torment, and they were at a loss for what to do.
"This... this is impossible..." a soldier muttered softly, his fingers trembling slightly from tension. He understood that their efforts were in vain but continued to operate as if it might alleviate some of his fear.
Watching his soldiers struggle, Chen Xiang felt a mix of 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 within the shelter did not diminish; instead, it 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—a prelude to doom that suffocated all hope and made it feel so distant. Standing at the command post, all noise seemed to vanish in an instant; only the pounding of his own heart echoed in his ears, thumping heavily against his chest.
He tried to calm himself and rationally analyze the situation before him; however, the terrifying alarm continuously tore through his thoughts, dragging him back into a reality filled with fear and despair. His body tensed up with anxiety as he clenched his fists on the command desk, nails digging deep into his palms. Yet this pain did not awaken him; instead, it pulled him deeper into a chasm 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 anything he had experienced before. This battle was not just about military victory or defeat; it concerned the lives of tens of thousands of civilians. These innocent people depended on him for protection; their lives weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Yet now he felt utterly powerless. No matter how hard he thought or how he directed his soldiers in defense against this sudden disaster, he found himself unable to control anything. It felt as though the entire world was closing in on him while he could only stand still and watch everything crumble around him. This was an experience unlike any other in his life—a profound sense of powerlessness he had never known before.
The lights in the shelter flickered erratically, and the screams and cries of the civilians echoed chaotically, mingling with the frantic footsteps in the cramped space. Everyone was trying to escape this crumbling underground world. However, Chen Xiang could only stand there, letting fear spread within him. He knew he should issue commands, should stand firm before everyone as their pillar of support, but at that moment, he felt utterly powerless, merely watching.
"Is it really all left to fate?" he silently asked himself, but there was no answer to this question. For the first time in his life, he felt acutely aware of his own insignificance and helplessness. An unprecedented sense of despair enveloped him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
Just as Chen Xiang was sinking deeper into despair and powerlessness, a soldier rushed to his side, clutching a tablet tightly in trembling hands that seemed ready to crush it. 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's surface... is enduring an attack equivalent to three nuclear bombs... I-I don't understand..."
Chen Xiang's heart sank suddenly, feeling the weight of pressure that had already driven him to the brink intensify once more. He stared fixedly at the tablet in the soldier's hands, shock flooding over him like a tidal wave, nearly 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 those words 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 respect. Despite having fought alongside these powerful cultivators, he still felt too unfamiliar and ignorant of their abilities.
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 out of this disaster. However, Chen Xiang could only shake his head gently, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him again.
"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's understanding.
"Go inform everyone to prepare for whatever comes next." He issued the command slowly, a glimmer 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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