They waited, praying the waters would recede or the earth would harden enough to allow them to move safely again.
Their only hope now was to survive long enough to find a new location to rebuild their lives.
As everyone scrambled to find a safe place after Keith’s warning, there were still a few stubborn individuals who refused to listen.
They dismissed the warning, convinced the storm wasn’t as bad as it seemed and that the person broadcasting the message was simply trying to scare them into abandoning their shelters or bases.
After all, fewer people meant more supplies for the rest.
But when the storm unfolded exactly as it had been predicted, those same people were the first to suffer. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
They became the first victims, their lives claimed by their stubbornness. And in the end, there was no pill for regret.
Back on Kisha’s side, she stood resolutely atop the city wall after activating the City Shield and ensuring the people were safely in their homes.
Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, scanning the distance for any sign of Duke’s convoy.
The sky had already darkened, and the wind was growing fiercer, whipping through the air and stirring up smaller debris.
Nearby, small whirlwinds began to form, their swirling shapes a testament to the escalating storm.
Yet Kisha remained unmoving, her silhouette a steady figure against the chaos.
She refused to leave her post until she was certain that Duke was close, her resolve unwavering despite the mounting tension in the air.
"C-City Lord!" A man in a white lab coat came rushing out from the base, his disheveled appearance and breathless excitement making him look both eager and haggard.
His eyes sparkled, and a wide grin stretched across his face, barely contained. "I—I have something to tell you!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with urgency.
Kisha turned her head slightly, her gaze cool and indifferent as it briefly shifted from the distant street.
"What is it?" she asked, her tone calm and composed, her focus still fixed on the horizon.
"My team and I managed to build a small battery capable of storing electricity, using lightning as the energy source," the man explained, his excitement evident.
"However, to make it work, we need to install the pole at the highest point here. The problem is—it’s heavy and requires precise placement."
Kisha’s eyebrows rose instinctively as she glanced around, her sharp gaze taking in the surroundings.
The highest point in the base was the Central Hall’s dome-like roof, where a flagpole stood in the center, the flag whipping fiercely in the wind.
It didn’t take long for her to piece it together—the man was asking for her help to use her telekinesis to place their pole in that spot.
Without hesitation, she made her decision, offering no objections.
"Lead the way," Kisha said, casting one last glance at the street behind her before following the engineer.
She knew that once Duke was nearby, Bell would notify her, and it wouldn’t be too late for her to return.
The engineer guided Kisha to the front of the Central Hall, where a few meters of pole lay on the ground.
Several engineers were gathered around it, checking its connections to a laptop, while multiple wires snaked through the pole. At the other end, the setup resembled an intricate electric circuit.
The person in charge, Engineer Steel, was barking orders to the team, urging them to work faster.
He was determined to have the pole installed before the storm hit.
Connected to the pole was a tangle of wires, leading to a massive machine placed on a small trailer.
The machine was so large it took up the entire back of the trailer, and the pole itself, which Kisha was expected to place atop the Central Hall, was as thick as her waist.
’No wonder they needed my help,’ Kisha thought.
Even a superhuman would struggle to lift that massive pole, let alone position it atop the roof.
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