The four of them nervously looked around, ready to run, but feared that any sudden movement would draw attention and result in an immediate attack.
"Can't we communicate?" Sura anxiously shouted, asking Flan.
"No matter how knowledgeable I am, I have no idea how to talk to these thousand-year-old mechanical lifeforms." Flan glanced back at the blasted open door, started moving closer to the wall, and raised the gun in his hand.
"Sorry, I'm leaving." Sherry's legs were shaking as he ran towards the passageway without looking back, ignoring the calls from the others behind him.
Several dim silver ion beams flashed through the passage, and before Sherry could escape, these beams penetrated his body, severing both legs and one arm. If he hadn't desperately twisted his body to dodge at the last moment, he might have been cut in half by these beams.
