The last bit of diesel was poured into the generator, and two dwarf soldiers carried the empty fuel barrels out of the engine room. After a brief blackout, the incandescent bulb hanging above the command center flickered back to life once more.
Under the dim light were faces filled with panic and tension. These dwarf officers knew that their final fate was probably upon them.
Seated in his place, General Moss was gazing down at the brazier before him, where various documents had been reduced to ashes.
The room was filled with a choking, burnt odor, yet that couldn't mask the other scent called despair.
The chief of staff approached, bringing even more disheartening news: "General... Number 14 King's Avenue has fallen... Our people are holding back the Tang Army at Building 13... but I fear they won't hold on much longer."
