The air was thick with tension as the second c***k echoed like thunder across the blood-soaked field. Dunstan didn’t waste a second and pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and put it near his mouth.
“Connect me to the headquarters.”
A static sound followed after he turned the mic off.
“Yes, Chairman.”
The walkie-talkie’s channel changed with another static noise before he heard his secretary’s voice.
“Chairman.”
“Gilbert, how many crypt closers who specializes in barrier magic can you dispatch right now?”
The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before Gilbert spoke.
“Five, sir. I can have them in the air in three minutes. They’ll be at your location in fifteen.”
Dunstan didn’t respond immediately, his eyes fixed on the crypt that continued to pulse and groan
