Chapter 135: The Underground Megacity
'Master, we are on the brink of total global annihilation!' Neville's panicked voice echoed violently through the telepathic soul-bond.
'Shut up, Neville,' Draven commanded coldly.
The sharp, absolute authority in Draven's mental voice instantly silenced the Golden Boy on the other end of the continent. Draven stood in the toxic fog of the Miasma Gorge, his eyes narrowed as he processed this massive deviation.
'We are not on the brink of destruction,' Draven transmitted calmly.
'I am still alive. My squad is still alive. We have powerful allies in Bastion Seven. The world is not over just because I was off the board for thirty days. Hold your post and report when necessary!'
Draven cut the telepathic link. He stood in silence, his mind working at blinding speeds.
