The room grew colder, with a suffocating silence as the World Power said no word and simply stayed lost in their thoughts, waiting for a response from their men investigating the craters.
In the tired room, the impatient leaders had gotten on their feet—one pacing around restlessly, and another just standing close to the window, staring outside to keep his thoughts busy.
Drakon, on the other hand, folded his hands, running through his opinions and possible solutions in silence.
But soon enough, a call came in. It was directed to the Head of the Military Force—Kodri Vanger.
The man, in his early fifties, ran his hand through his beard before slowly picking up his phone. Seeing who it was, he paused for a second and raised his gaze to scan the entire room.
All eyes were on him, a little discomforting, as he could see the anxiety etched in their demeanors.
"It's from Team C," Kodri announced, tapping on the screen to accept the call.
