As Song Heping's troops smoothly took over Hulmatu, a storm related to him was brewing and erupting far away in Raqqa, Syria.
Raqqa, in the underground command center of the so-called "Caliphate" of 1515.
The rough cement wall reflected the dim light from the bulbs, elongating and twisting the shadows into clawing ghosts.
"Trash! All of you are trash! Basmo, that coward! Allah will curse his soul! He dared to leave behind Allah's warriors and flee like a mangy dog!"
Buckdadi, who proclaimed himself as "Caliph," completely lost the deliberate divinity he had maintained in the past. Frenzied, he fiercely threw the battle report that recorded the disgrace onto the heavy wooden table. His gigantic roar pounded and echoed in the oppressive underground space, causing his core aides to turn pale, wishing they could bury their heads in their chests and holding their breath.
"Song Heping! That heretic condemned to Fire Hell! China People! He tricked me! Tricked all of us!"
