Most of the evacuating people were on their last mile before they could pass the Energy Prohibition Array.
For cultivators, it was almost a step. For mortals it was a cruel distance. The men in masks fell into a dilemma.
Their minds knew the efficient answer. Yet their hearts could just up and do it, like life was worth nothing.
The masked men signed up to avenge the same event that racked their lives.
They imagined themselves the ones under the judgment of mere energy waves.
These were innocent lives, only minutes away from their salvation.
They looked at each other, searching for a way that was not there.
Jekyll, leading the operation, clenched his teeth until his gums bled.
Guilt and responsibility tore at him in opposite directions.
Across the field, the hybrids laughed at the men's hesitation, mirroring what the Aberrant itself was feeling.
Now it knew ridicule. It could not help but mock them, its voice coming out through different hybrids.
