Nevada Military Base – 2025 AD
General Thompson stood in his ruined command center, staring at the destruction left behind by Krishna and Karna.
His soldiers were terrified. His weapons had failed.
His entire understanding of warfare had been shattered.
"Sir…" Dr. Carter whispered, looking at the frozen bullet casings still embedded in the walls. "We need to tell the Pentagon. We need to tell the President."
Thompson clenched his fists. "No. We're not telling anyone."
Carter's eyes widened. "What? But—"
Thompson turned to her, his expression grim. "This is bigger than any government. If word gets out that ancient gods walk among us—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
Because the consequences were unthinkable.
But in the shadows of the room, a hidden transmitter blinked.
Someone else had already been listening.