章 887: Desperate call for help

The alarms blared loudly throughout the halls of Zandar's military complex, a cacophony of danger that set the soldiers' nerves on the edge with the sound being a piercing reminder of the urgency and danger that they currently found themselves in.

Panic was not just etched but deeply carved on the faces of the younger soldiers as they rushed to find their superiors, with their boots thudding heavily, almost in a frantic rhythm against the cold metal floors.

In the midst of this disarray, amidst hurried strides and sharp turns, a group of soldiers found their commanding officer. His voice was cutting through the chaos, firm and authoritative, his experienced orders sending a clear message: " Seek out Lord Max Rajput of Dombivli, and do it swiftly. The king's fate, and possibly that of Zandar itself, hinges on this plea for aid."