The Universe Is Innately Just 200 Clock Ticking Part Two

He moved his head in an abrupt manner and left his home with one last gaze before closing the door. He walked through the silent corridor and arrived in front of the metallic door of the elevator. He pressed the dial and saw on the panel left to the metallic doors that a person occupied the descending elevator.

"Guess everyone is preparing themselves…", he thought while waiting for a few seconds. The door opened smoothly, and he stepped inside of the metallic box with an unhurried pace. He flashed a polite smile toward the person who was there.

He was mildly surprised to recognize the woman that was standing with her back against the huge mirror.

She nodded back; both of them stood in silence as they waited for a few seconds. The descend stopped, and the automatic door s.h.i.+fted the sides without producing any noise. Fell was the first to depart from the elevator, and he couldn't help but let a sentence escape from his lips.

"Good luck for what is coming.", the woman's expression didn't change. Probably since she had pairs of earphones strapped on her ears, but the young cultivator couldn't care any less.

The sentence could even be said to have been directed at himself.

Although he had entirely accepted the fact that the city was doomed; Part of his soul was still reluctant for that to happen; Within that extreme acceptance had been birthed an undying unwillingness toward the incoming calamity.

His noses picked up the city's fresh midnight air, and he left the reception hall and arrived in the street of the central district. "AI, contact Walter through my cellphone.", he ordered between two mouthfuls of breath.

After a few seconds, the middle-aged man slightly loud voice resounded in his head. And after speaking with each other for a minute, they came up with a plan for the next courses of action. Fell began moving in the direction of the police department, and during his walk, he couldn't help but see the changes of expression in the street filled with citizens.

The few ones who were outside had dark faces filled with grim expressions. Fell could smell the scent of battle churn in the streets of New Casablanca, and he couldn't help but feel his heart rate augment by a slight margin. Apprehension filled his thought as he quickened his pace, and before long, the large building used as the police department appeared in the middle of his sight.

The many windows in the front were lighted, showing the activity that was inside.

He approached the familiar building, and couldn't help but remember the last time the police a.s.sault team accompanied him. Those were happy and innocent memories that he came to cherish in time like these; thoughts of his hometown destruction didn't yet flood his mind for every second that pa.s.sed.

He saw two police officers standing guard in front of the entrance. He nodded before stepping inside, and brouhaha of noise pierced through his ears. He couldn't help but feel slightly disorientated by the amount of sound that reverberated inside the police center. It took him a second to recollect his dazed senses, and the image of dozens of individuals running everywhere around offices appeared in front of him. They could be seen rus.h.i.+ng from one phone call to another, with spits flying out of their mouths and faces red and filled with many veins.

The many groups of police officers were doing their utmost in contacting the individuals that were prepared to fight to the death. And as time was counted in the large hall, one easily found himself obliged to contact many people at the same time. Fell advanced through the reception hall filled with desks, and couldn't help but whistle from admiration in his thoughts.

"Prepare your forces to be ready at noon!?"

"We need those ammunitions here before dawn even arrives!", the many members taking care of the logistic of the incoming war were doing their best in gathering every single bullet that could be found. They knew very well, due to Fell's information, that the number of fierce beasts would be unG.o.dly and would, without a doubt, force them to consume every single ammunition they had in the police departments.

"Begin a.s.sembling your forces. We're in need of every single MechSuit Pilot. Even if they can't walk, can't grab a weapon, throw them in the machines. The important is that they want to fight!". Sentences like these resounded everywhere around Fell and seeing the enthusiasm of everyone. He couldn't help but birth a small smile on his youthful face.

A few police officers send him gazes filled with respect and bowed to him whenever he pa.s.sed next to their offices. Fell would imitate their actions and showed every single one of them the respect they deserved. Without those brave men and women, he would end up facing an unending mob of monsters and beasts.

And even if the energy in his meridians was limitless and his body undying, if his will flinched for even a second, then he would be done for. But surrounded by brave comrades, he had a premonition that the battle strength he would portray would surpa.s.s everything he had ever accomplished.

"I'm grateful to be part of this city.", he thought before entering the elevator. He had been told by Walter than the higher-ups of the police departments had regrouped in an office there, and that was the real reason for his arrival. With their meager resources, they knew that bravery and tenacity would come to up to nothing in the end.