A few minutes earlier…
The shimmering barrier flickered as Commander Lexa and her team stepped through. Weapons drawn. Eyes sharp. But instead of chaos, they found eerie silence.
The outer field was littered with the remains of MB Infectees - scorched, shattered, and split. The soil still steamed in places, blackened by heat and impact.
"He's efficient. Precise," Lexa muttered, scanning the carnage.
Mira, crouched beside a mangled corpse with bark-like skin and shattered limbs. "Definitely an MSentinel," she confirmed. "These breaks… heavy impact. And here-" she pointed at blackened veins along the torso, "whoever did this is strong."
She carefully scooped a sample of its mucus into a vial. Lexa didn't answer. She was already heading inside.
First floor - cleared. Signs of a struggle. A cracked wall. Deep gouges in the floor and ceiling. No sign of moving infectees or survivors.
Second floor - also cleared.
