章 971: The Clash at the Northern gate

Van Dyke hung up. His conversation with Erik was brief, but there was a worried expression on his face.

There was another person he had to contact right now. He picked up his communication device and chose the channel leading him to June, while his fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the table in front of him.

The line clicked, followed by a brief silence, and then a familiar voice filled his ear. "June? How is the situation?" Van Dyke's tone was curt.

"Tom… The situation is… intense, to say the least." June's voice crackled through the static, the sound of clashing steel and pained grunts echoing in the background.

"I can hear that, but I would like for you to clarify a little."

June sighed. In truth, there was a lot to say, so he needed to tell only the most important parts of it.