"Bisma, how do you destroy an empire that exists under an entire city?"
Meira's question hung in the quiet, industrial air of the hydro-dam control console room like a heavy shroud. The space was illuminated by the ghostly blue glow of dozens of high-definition monitors, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, far beyond the reinforced steel bulkheads, the storm raged on, but inside the subterranean bunker, the silence was broken only by the steady, rhythmic hum of massive cooling fans and the quiet hum of processing units.
Bisma did not answer immediately. He stood leaning heavily against the main steel operator desk, his face pale under the harsh LED lights, his chest wrapped tightly in fresh medical bandages that showed small spots of crimson where his wound
