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Asad had to remain calm.

The defensive line was under constant surveillance. Even if the enemy had somehow neutralized every single radio in the bunker, his kin would surely notice the communications blackout soon and send reinforcements.

If they were really up against the Mad Demon, though, then those reinforcements were doomed, too. Alone, the only warrior on this battlefield who stood a chance against him was Lamont, and how long would it take to alert him of Morgunov's presence here?

If they were working in unison, the Golden Council might be able to mount a defense, but right now, they were divided.

Asad had to stall. And even more importantly, he needed to get word out about the severity of the threat. It wouldn't matter how much time he managed to buy if the ones who showed up to help were unprepared.

There was one method that might work. A very old-fashioned tactic. But Morgunov would probably block that, too, if Asad didn't wait for an opening first. No doubt, Morgunov was watching them like a hawk, right now.

As he was thinking, a sixth sign appeared: "DECIDE SOON. I'M GROWING IMPATIENT."

'Our options are limited,' said Qorvass, clinging onto Asad's shoulder. 'The smartest move might be to play along with whatever sick game he has in mind, right now.'

Asad's jaw clenched as he tried to think, tried to find some alternative. Conventional procedures went out the window when dealing with someone like Morgunov.

Hmm. So maybe... an unconventional strategy was in order?

He was suddenly reminded of the young lord from Atreya for some reason.

Asad stepped closer to the edge of the bunker and concentrated. He raised his right hand into a fist and summoned a quartz construct in the distance, near where the vending machines were located.

If it was to be a game, then Asad could play.