Silence returned to the bedroom at the end of the recording. Far near the gate and the medical center, commotion ensued, but here the air was still as stone.
Commander Wu clicked the recorder off. Noticing the grim look on his friend's pallid face, he said softly, "Seems like you have more questions."
Commander Duan exhaled. He lifted one hand, pressing the space between his brows. Another onslaught of pain pricked him from the inside, but he resisted.
'What is happening?'
He took a deep breath, trying to steady the blazing fury within him. He clenched his other hand into a fist, knuckles whitening. Cold sweat broke on his back.
"What's all this? Relic...? What kind of relic? And why Jia want to send a troop to the north? Who's the woman? Or rather, who's behind her?"
Countless questions came ashore from the depths of his mind. No matter how much he tried to think, he couldn't come up with answers for his curiosities.
