As dawn's light ascended the sky from behind the eastern mountains, illuminating the overwhelming white clouds like ocean waves, Bellif sensed something was amiss.
Morning on the mountaintop brought a chilly breeze.
Looking at the electronic map, Bellif felt like a train driver who's been running along a route for decades, suddenly encountering an unnoticed switch on a bleak cold day.
The scenery flanking the magnetic tracks was completely unfamiliar.
"Eighteen hours without news?" Bellif's voice carried no anger. However, his blue eyes narrowed to two small points, revealing much of the whites, instilling a chilling ferocity.
Like a hungry wolf standing by the roadside in the snowy wilderness, glaring coldly at passing travelers.
Under Bellif's gaze, several staff officers felt cold sweat soaking through their vests. They dared not meet Bellif's eyes, fearing that a glance might set off a thunderstorm.
