A veil of smoke spread across the screen, the blast of the explosion scrambled the sensors and for a few seconds there was no image, only crackling and interference.

  The students gathered in the great hall held their breath in shock.

  They fear the worst.

  Then the image comes back

  - Team 17, what's going on? asks the old man's voice.

  - Team 17?, answer

  Silence

  - From… Sorry…, haha… Team 17 to command center, I think we ran into a “Transemotional,” Chetan breathed with difficulty.

  - Passed into BDS (security battery), you are received very badly, ordered the old man

  - "Okay, sir, everyone relay immediately," Chetan ordered the rest of his squad.

  We can now see Team 17, or at least those still present in the base, thrown to the ground, two ended up outside the base, pressed against the metal walls, the shock wave cracking the ground in a long black notch.

  A noise echoes, dull, not a roar, but something more disturbing, like a mixture of agonized moan and metallic resonance, a bit like scratching metal.

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  The silhouettes move in the mist, a shape advances.

  - Shit... typo c confirm, announced Chetan, in an icy voice.

  - Don't confront him, do your best not to damage the pillar further, ordered the old man.

  The monster slowly gets up, its body very unstable, its black threads are still scattered in all directions, and one of its hands is having trouble forming. Its head deforms and reforms at different angles as if something were fighting inside. With each step it takes to get closer to Team 17, the images blur.

  - What are you waiting for to take him away from the base, shouted the old man

  - Why is he still there, I whispered, my fingertips frozen.

  - ……we have a little problem….., the 6 individuals are not dead…. And he is preventing us from moving away, we are stuck, whispered Chetan

  Chetan, already standing, tightens the handle around his waist, his face is tense, but his eyes shine with a reddish intensity, his anger is no longer contained, it vibrates around him like a palpable aura.

  - STAND AWAY, he says in a low, almost growling voice.

  - Command center to team 17, find a way to solve this mission, even if you have to come back in pieces, do it, remember that this pillar is the balance of our station, finish, the old man breathed coldly

  - Command Center… Center Center…. Center Center…. Shit Shit, Chetan breathed through gritted teeth.

  As Chetan positions himself to rest the individuals, Ela steps forward, towards the monster, her breathing rapid, but her gaze remains fixed on the creature.

  The rest of the team still in the base forms a semicircle.

  They know that the slightest mistake means death.

  I can't even blink anymore, my heart is beating so hard my chest hurts.

  Around me, students are murmuring, others like me are tense about the situation and the last ones are supporting team 17 as if it were a football match.

  - How awful, a "transemotional" for their first mission, someone whispered.

  The screen suddenly shakes

  A roar tears through the mist

  - HAAAAAAA, SHE'S COMING, HAAA, cried surprise

  - Stay in formation, and you why did you come, shouted Chetan

  - HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, this poor woman always cried

  - RIGHT , creates Ela

  The “Transemotional” throws himself at the team

  The screen went blank, leaving only total darkness and a deafening beep in the room.

  - ELA ELA ELA , NO, ….

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