"General, Ezekiel's already made it to the 60th floor!"

"General, Ezekiel just hit the 80th floor!"

"General, Ezekiel's on the 85th floor, and he's encountered Isabelle Robertson. They've started fighting!"

Reports kept flooding in like sheets, and Luna's face had gone deathly pale, tension written all over her features.

"General Turman, Isabelle won't be able to hold off Ezekiel for long. We need to get someone over there right now!"

Philip's expression darkened as he dialed the phone