The world, beaten by an unnamed catastrophe, began to rebuild at a rate that no one would have imagined. The skills, together with the mysterious windows that some could now see, not only helped people in what were already good, but also enhanced their abilities beyond the human. Despite this, states imposed strict limits on their use. Who dared to break these new laws would be detained without exception.
Over time, governments began to approach those dimensional cracks that, although they had not disappeared, were now strongly protected. No one knew with certainty what is inside them, but access was restricted until the time came to enter.
When the reconstruction of Manhattan and almost the whole country was finally completed, the president gave the order: it was time to cross.
But he did not send any army.
They were the spokesmen, soldiers marked by that same unknown force that had granted them skills. Not all the military had received them, but most. Tanks, improved heavy artillery, elite squads with powers that they never dreamed of having: that was the front that first entered the cracks.
They entered. They left.
Sometimes injured, but alive. They met creatures that they had never seen but their skills were able to counteract them. It is also said that when these creatures died they left something similar to the stone -shaped runes that flew to the direction in whom he killed such a monster. It was not yet known exactly what kind of things were these since they did nothing to enter into each person.
For a month, two months ... until a year passed. By then, states also allowed access to civilians who had been marked with skills. This new reality did not call her "incursion", nor "trip to another world", but dimensional islands, because those who crossed reported that their geography resembled archipelagos ... although what they housed inside was very common from being common.
At that time, Leyra also aroused its own ability, as well as the appearance of one of those windows.
But Micah no.
Micah never saw a screen.
However, it had been marked by something else.
When he turned twelve, a strange symbol appeared on his back: he did not resemble any known screen or ability, but since then his body ceased to be completely human. He gained strength. Beyond the ordinary. Although limited, it could not constantly use it, that force was enough. It was more than enough to move on.
Five more years passed.
Micah turned 17.
LEYRA, 16.
She aroused a skill that seemed to be telekinesis, although her reach went beyond moving simple objects: she could manipulate all kinds of matter, live or inert.
Micah was still different from the rest.
But he didn't go behind.
[7: 45.am]
Micah and Leyra came out in a hurry of the building, without even closeing the door after saying goodbye to Magnus and Zeshia. They didn't have time.
It was 7:50 a. m. And his team had to gather before eight in a neighborhood near Times Square, right at the southern entrance of Central Park. If they didn't run, they wouldn't arrive.
The morning wind hit their clothes while crossing the streets with firm steps. Micah took the front, with her eyes fixed in front and reads just a few steps behind.
Hurry up! He shouted, without turning. There are eight minutes!
Both knew the journey well. From where they were, seventeen blocks separated them from the meeting point.
For others, it could have been impossible.
For them, it was a matter of endurance.
Just when folding a corner, while braking barely so as not to collide with a breakfast cart, Micah looked up.
A man dressed in a dark gray uniform walked in the opposite direction. The badge in her shoulder was unmistakable: one of the directors of the Brigades Barracks.
For a second, both crossed their eyes. There were no words, only a slight assent by man ... and the firm step of those who could no longer afford to stop.
There were two blocks. Micah and Leyra barely felt the burning on their legs; The emotion, nervousness and watch pressure pushed everything towards the bottom.
When they reached the edge of the sidewalk in front of the meeting point, five figures were already waiting for them. They were gathered next to a gray van with the official symbol of the Coordination of incursions, marking their presence with sobriety.
Micah stopped dry and released a long exhalation, trying not to show that she came with her chest about to explode.
Are they? He asked lyrics, still breathing in his mouth.
The 6 seemed to have different ages, they were with normal clothes. They noticed different, but none seemed to talk. They just watched.
Micah narrowed his eyes. There was no hostility, but no camaraderie.
Only a slight tension ... as if everyone knew that what was coming, however "low class" it could kill them the same.
Leyra pressed her fists without realizing it.
It seems that we are the last.
Micah nodded only time.
And without wasting more time, both took the last steps that separated them from the real beginning.
Of its first dimensional island.
Leyra was the first to take a step forward.
His eyes ran through the group, but they stopped in a girl who seemed to be the same age. His position was firm, safe ... and showed no signs of discomfort by having to share a mission with strangers. Leyra approached him naturally, although a slight hesitation looked out in his voice.
Hello...
But before I could say something else, the other girl interrupted her gently, with a slight smile.
Leg, right?
Leyra nodded, surprised.
Yeah...
Aeris ~ the girl replied, holding her hand with a friendly gesture.
Leyra took it without hesitation, something more relaxed. At that brief moment, the looks of the rest of the group focused on them, but soon moved to Micah, which had stayed a few steps back, observing in silence.
The one that seemed to be the largest of the group, high and with the face tanned by the years and natural security in each movement was the following to approach. His boots resonated firmly on the pavement while heading straight to Micah.
Micah, right? He asked, outlining a half smile. A pleasure, young man.
Micah nodded with a brief gesture, returning the handshake without saying a word.
As you know, we are eight here. For us, this is not our first time on the other side, man continued, step back and lift his hand slightly to point to the rest. Aeris already heard it. He is Kael ~ said, aiming at the athletic complexion boy who barely raised his hand in greeting, Geica, Jamie and Drawn.
Drown, a little lower than Micah, sustained her with a quiet air. It was evident that they had similar ages.
I will be the guide for this excursion added the elder. Or well ... the first excursion for you two.
He made a gesture with his head and began to walk, telling them to follow him.
Come on.
The group was launched after him, descending to one of the old water quarries located on the edge of the park. There, between the reinforced structures and the safety bars and somewhat oxidized, he lay a crack. It was not stirred. He didn't vibrate. It only remained suspended in the air as a wound that does not close at all.
I don't know if you knew ~ the guide said without looking back, but first they only appeared in specific places. Now ... they can arise from time to time, and anywhere. Nothing has left them for years, so they no longer protect them so much. Although of course, there are still boundaries for civilians.
He stopped for a moment and looked at the crack.
Some people do not even dare to look at them. It is normal. They appear in parks, under bridges, even in very busy areas that must then close for security. That first catastrophe was hard ... earthquakes, tremors, chaos. But now ...
He shrugged.
Now everything seems ... calm. Although calm, you know, it never lasts too long.
Before arriving at the crack, the guide stopped.
He turned his face to Micah, as if he were watching him for a while.
Micah ... said, with a more serious tone than before.
The young man looked up. There was no tension, but a different attention.
They told me something about you before they assigned you with us.
Micah did not respond. He only waited.
You don't see the screen, right? The man continued. The one that everyone else can see.
Nor do you have registered skills ... nothing that gives you instructions, levels, data, assistance of any kind. There is no "window" that has been opened.
Leyra turned his face towards him, something uncomfortable so it seemed like a public exhibition. But the guide's tone was not reproach, or mockery. It was direct. Neutral. As who evaluates what he has in front of logic and respect.
And yet ~ added with a brief pause, you have a brand on the back that no one has been able to classify. Something that appeared without prior notice. Something else has.
Micah looked down hard, but said nothing.
They say since then your body changed. That you can not only raise more weight than you should ... but that force, although limited, is not human.
And you know what, boy ...
He slapped him on his shoulder, firm but not aggressive.
That is enough. You may not have that damn system or screen taking care of yourself, but if you manage to use that force, you could save the skin inside us.
The air seemed to become denser for a moment.
Micah nodded silently.
You don't need to follow the path of others to be useful, "said the guide before continuing to walk. Just be sure to stay alive. The rest is learned.
The crack was already just a few meters away. And the seven knew it: once they crossed, I would not have turned back until everything ended.
[Entering the New World]
Upon entering the crack, they could finally see what the interior was like. It was island, yes, but there were no trees, nor sand, nor anything that resembles a common island of the earth. He was simply gigantic, with a rocky but flat surface under his feet.
Micah and Leyra advanced behind others. Leyra watched the surroundings carefully, while Micah kept his eyes to the front. After a few meters tours, Rowan spoke:
"Well, let's enter."
Micah felt confused. In front of him, after the others had passed, he saw an entry that descended to the subsoil of that island. Then Leyra took him by the arm, and entered together, following the group.
At the end of going down, Rowan threw a whistle. So that?
The surprise soon arrived: several voices responded to that whistle. Some growled, others were calm ... and then they appeared.
Creatures Deaths.
Micah and Leyra stopped when they saw them.
Creatures floated in front of the group, moving without a defined form, like viscous shadows that buzzed in the air. Behind them, more figures approached with erratic, almost floating movements, multiplying in the air like a living plague.
But they were not alone.
From the bottom of the rocky hall, two much larger figures broke running. They did not float: their bodies hit the ground with an unequal rhythm. They had no legs. Instead, two long arms like black rocks propelled them forward with heavy jumps. They were not human, nor simple beasts.
Around their bodies, small eyes opened and closed, nervous. And in the center of his forehead, an immense, reddish eye, throbbed as if he had just woke up. Micah could not help swallowing saliva. That eye ... I felt it look at him even when he didn't.
Then, the battle began.
As if they responded to an invisible signal, the seven spokesmen took a step forward. There was no need for words or invocations. The skills emerged by themselves, as if they were an extension of their bodies.
Jamie exploded in violet rays, his figure covered by discharges that sparkled between his fingers. Aeris threw rocks that did not come from the earth, but from the air itself, impacting enough to stagger the creatures.
Drawn soft his sword wrapped in flames, leaving incandescent steles after each movement. Geica, agile as a shadow, made dagas that crossed the air as silent lightning. Kael raised his hands, and the cold responded. Where he pointed, the ice adhered with a lethal touch.
Rowan ... was different.
His sword appeared without a ceremony, and with her, the seriousness of the moment seemed to change. His movements were exact, lethal. Where it turned, bursts formed. His domain was absolute.
Micah helped with what he could, using that superhuman force he possessed. Leyra also defended itself, although both were somewhat away from the main team. Even so, they managed to resist.
Micah hit with power, going back to creatures, although he could not eliminate any by themselves. It was Leyra who gave the final blow: he threw them with his telekinesis and, tightly clenching his hands in the air, he made them burst as if an invisible pressure compressed them from the inside out. His power was a brutal, implacable reversal force.
And thus almost ten minutes of hard fight between them and those deformed creatures passed.
The bodies of the creatures began to fade into a dark steam that dissipated slowly in the air. But not only disappeared: from each one a small floating rune arose, like a brightness that detached from their remains. They were fragments of light with unstable forms, and flew towards those who had given the final blow, absorbing in the chest or the hands of the spokesmen as if they were part of the treatment.
Micah watched them from a distance. They were not for him. Each rune passed by, heading to Leyra, to Jamie, Drawn ... He only stayed with tiredness, with burning knuckles and broken breathing.
Leyra, who had just received another of those runes after bursting with his telekinesis a creature that Micah had contained, turned to him.
-Are you OK? He asked, still looking where the enemies had come.
Micah nodded, although her gaze remained in her tense hands, stained with dust and with slight cuts.
"Yes ... only tired," he murmured.
"You didn't kill any," Leyra said, without judgment in his voice, just pointing out the obvious.
Micah looked down.
-Can't. Not like you.
She leaned a hand on her shoulder, firm but without hardness.
"You don't need to do it alone." You saw that we can do it together.
"Where did you learn to fight like this!?" Jamie shouted from later, still releasing violet sparks of the arms.
Micah looked at him, still bewildered.
"I didn't learn ... just ... I moved."
Kael, always silent, commented:
"That strength is not normal."
"Enough not to die," Rowan added, approaching the sword wrapped in a mild swirl. With that enough for now.
Geica turned one of his daggers in his hand.
"This was just the first round, right?"
Aeris snapped the tongue.
"Did they not know that these things were slower than those in the report?"
"Yes ... or they were containing," Drawn murmured, still saved his flames.
"Or they are measuring our strength," Rowan said, frowning.
Silence again, this time thicker, more tense.
Micah swallowed. The runes had not touched him. Not only one. He looked forward, towards the dark tunnel that opened like a living wound in the rock. Ley, next to him, he also watched him.
"This crack is not stable," Rowan said at last, as if he spoke to the crack itself.
And then they began to advance again. More together. More silent. As if everyone already knew that what was coming was not just another fight.
It was something that was waiting for them.
When the island continued, it seemed to spread to infinity, but the ground soon rose to two identical tunnels, carved in dark stone as if they had been chiseled by force.
"It seems that she separates in two paths," Rowan said, watching both passages carefully. Maybe they get together later ... or maybe not.
Jamie looked up at the ceiling of the left tunnel, where carved marks seemed to have been half scraped, as if someone had tried to hide them.
"Let's tell us in two groups," Kael said. Four and four. If something happens, we activate a return rune ... if they work here.
After a brief silence, the division agreed:
Micah, Leyra, Rowan and Aeris would take the right tunnel.
Jamie, Gelica, Drown and Kael, the left.
Right Tunnel - Micah, Leyra, Rowan, Aeris
They barely crossed the threshold, the air changed. Denser. Colder
The tunnel stone seemed to breathe, vibrating slightly under its steps.
About thirty meters after having begun to enter the tunnel, Micah did nothing but look to the sides, watching the walls carefully, while Leyra walked to her side, always looking at the front.
It was then, after so much, that Micah began to notice strange drawings. I didn't know if what appeared in those images were people or creatures of that same place. Aeris and Rowan began to walk slower, and Micah and Leyra also reduced the step, which gave him more time to try to understand what he saw.
On the walls were aligned figures, as if walking in a row. A little later, one of them seemed to be levitating, suspended in the air, while other figures from the top drop something about it. That being did not seem to be able to move, completely motionless in the air.
Micah kept moving slowly, hypnotized by the scenes. Curiosity consumed him. Later, the drawings seemed to show how that levitant being tried to create life ... but something went wrong. Life arose, but it was imperfect, ephemeral, and it was barely tried to form. It seemed to represent an incomplete, broken power.
Shortly after, the images began to fade, as if they vanished with distance. As they continued advancing, the tunnel walls were empty again.
The two halves of the group were found at the end of the tunnel. Some released a mild laugh, others simply looked at relief. The atmosphere, for a moment, felt less tense.
"Well, at least we didn't get lost forever," Kael said with a half smile, rubbing his shoulders.
"I almost missed his faces," Gelic added, raising an eyebrow with sarcasm.
Jamie released a soft laugh.
"Was that a compliment?" Or your elegant way of saying that without us were bored?
"I don't give up so much importance," Aeris replied without looking, although he smiled just.
Rowan crossed his arms, relaxing the posture, while his eyes ran through one by one.
-Good. We are whole ... that is already gain.
Micah remained a little section, next to Legra. She looked at him a second, noticing the silence, but said nothing. Either. He mentioned anything about the drawings.
It was then that Jamie, who had advanced a few steps, stopped dry.
-... Come that?
The others looked up. In front of them, a few meters away, a huge and old construction was raised. A tower eroded by time, with gray stone, with dark scars marked on its walls. He didn't move. He did not emit sound. But imposed just by existing.
"What a hell ..." Drawn murmured, with frown.
"A tower?" Here? Asked Geica, without approaching, staying behind Rowan.
"That's not normal ..." Aeris said quietly. It does not seem a natural part of the crack.
Rowan took a step forward, but not too much.
The group was still gathered in front of the tower. No one said anything, but everyone watched her carefully. It was high, gray and completely silent. Abandoned The windows were covered with darkness, and the entrance door remained closed, although it did not seem sealed.
"Do you think there is something inside?" Asked Geica, without daring to approach.
"Maybe a long time has passed since someone came to this crack ..." Drawn added, crossed with arms.
"And if the tower is the exit?" Said Aeris, taking a step forward, thoughtful.
"Or the final trap," Rowan murmured, serious.
Micah said nothing. He kept looking at the place suspicion, but he didn't say a word about the drawings he had seen in the tunnel. Leyra looked at him sideways, but he didn't press either.
Then they heard it.
A slight crunch.
Kael looked up. "They are seeing the same as me ...?" At the top ...
Everyone raised their eyes.
Above the tower, right in the center of the flat roof, there was a hole. A circular, dark hole. So perfectly black that it seemed to absorb light. And something emerged.
First there were two blades. Long, curves, vibrant.
Then, a segmented head, with compound eyes that shone with a sickly green.
This fell to the ground with the softness of a shadow, and for a second, nobody moved. The wind that sneaked through the tower cracks became colder, finer ... as if even the air shrunk before its presence.
"Oh rays ... a vigarth," Rowan said, keeping his eyes in front of this.
The Vigarth blades shone with a metallic tone. He did not roar. He did not squeak. He just observed them ... and then disappeared.
Not literally. He disappeared from his sight.
A subtle sound like silk rubbing crossed the air. Then a buzz. A fleeting flash. The Vigrarth moved.
But not to attack yet.
He was running in circles around him.
At such a speed that the only visible was a greenish flash and the wind that rose behind him. The group retreated instinctively, but soon realized that they were locked. A trap. The Vigarth revolved so fast that it seemed to have woven an invisible wall, a speed ring that had them completely surrounded.
"What ... are you doing?" -Gelica whispered, with the voice broken by fear.
"He's separating us from the environment," Rowan said, squeezing his sword. He wants to avoid escape. He wants to play.
And then, he attacked.
A dry blow. Kael was thrown against the wall.
Before someone could react, the Vigarth reappeared behind Jamie, who barely managed to conjure a sphere of rays to protect. The creature did not flinch. Moving in impossible patterns, it strides, jumps, turns that broke visual logic. It was too fast, too strong.
Drown tried to intercept him with a flare, but his sword barely touched the air.
"We can't follow him!" Rowan shouted, among gasps. His eyes walked every corner, as if waiting to see a flash of movement. Nothing.
A buzz, a shear pressure.
Geica was pushed back with a shoulder cut, and Aeris protected himself with a stone wall ... that the Vigrarth shattered with a single onslaught.
-Shit! It's really E Class! Kael came out, trying to get up. We can't win this!
Letter breathes agitatedly, floating a few centimeters from the ground, using its telekinesis as an impromptu shield. His face trembled. Not because of the effort, but for fear.
Micah, on the other hand, did not go back.
He had no striking skills, or magical blades or energy shields. Only his body, strengthened beyond human limits ... and a strong will that refused to break.
The Vigarth stopped for a moment, a few steps from the group. One by one, all were injured or exhausted. Jamie gasped with electricity sparkling uncontrollably in her hands. Aeris had dust on clothes and blood on the forehead. Rowan was already bleeding down the leg. No one had strength for another onslaught.
And the Vigrarth ... had not even started to fight seriously.
His multiple eyes shone again, moving between the eight.
Then, his blades went down.
A slow step. Other. Now I was going directly to Micah.
Leyra tried to get in front of him, but Micah raised a hand.
"Let him come."
The Vigarth stopped right in front of him. His blades, so sharp that not even the light bounced in them, they were at a single gesture of curtaining his neck. But Micah didn't move.
And the Vigrarth either.
His compound eyes flash. One. Two. Thrice. As if processing ... something.
Micah looked fixed, with a mixture of fear and firmness.
Then, something invisible seemed to happen to each other. As a silent recognition. As if the Vigrarth had seen something that others did not.
An eternal moment.
And then, without more, the Vigrath retired.
He took a step back, raised the blades and, without generating any sound, vanished in the shadow of the tower. He left no trace. No footprints. No smell. Just a latent sensation ... having been observed, measured ... and forgiven.
The group did not move for long seconds. Everyone looked at Micah.
"What the hell was that ...?" Rowan murmured.
Micah kept looking where the Vigrath had disappeared. He did not respond.
But something in his chest was beating more strongly. Not fear. Of a feeling.
And that silence, strange and heavy, was much scary than the most beastly roar.
After a long nap, the leader of this excursion, Rowan, decided that it was time to leave with others.
"Let's get out of here," Rowan said.
The others, still a little in shock, nodded. They accepted that they had no chance to continue more inside.
"Are you okay, boy?" Asked Rowan to Micah.
This responded with a simple one:
-Yeah.
"Well, then I suppose we are complete." And you, lyrics?
"Yes, I'm fine ... Micah, do we go out, right?" Asked lyrics.
"I suppose yes."
Leyra and Micah got up and approached each other to support themselves. The others also began to help each other, some limbing, others with minor cuts, but all visibly tired.
They decided to cross the same tunnel through which they had entered: Rowan, Micah, Leyra and Aeris at the head. While they returned, Micah looked at the walls again in search of the drawings he had seen before, but they were no longer there.
Even so, the doubt persisted: what did they represent? Were they a warning, a vision of the future ...? And why had they disappeared without a trace?
Already further, after advancing dozens of meters, they rose again through the descent that had taken them to that place. They finally reached the door that connected with the entrance tunnel. No one said a word. They walked in silence, although the exhaustion was evident.
Upon reaching the entrance of the crack, they decided to leave two by two, helping each other.
When they finally left, it had already passed about an hour and a half.
And there, abroad, they met again with the headquarters of the barracks. The one who, hours before, had crossed a look with Micah in that corner, when he was on his way to Central Park next to Leyra.
The director was not alone. Behind him there were other people ... or rather, soldiers. They were also part of the spokesmen. There were three, but it seemed to be enough. With a quiet step, the director approached and appeared.
"Claude Venner," he said simply.
He observed the group carefully. Then he let out a brief exhalation, almost with an ironic tone.
-Vaya... To be a class F island, they left in that state.
"What rays are talking, director?" Rowan was spent, taking a step forward, even with adrenaline to skin flower. This was not a class island F! We run into a damn vigrarth. Those things are supposed to only appear on class and on islands onwards!
One of the soldiers took a threatening step, upset by the tone with which he headed to the director, but Venner raised a hand to stop him.
-Don't worry.
Then he looked at Rowan and spoke calmly, without losing an apex of firmness.
"That is what each crack color represents, Mr. Rowan."
There was a brief silence.
"Did they kill him?"
Rowan slowly denied his head.
-No. That was the goal, of course, but ... something stopped. Just before attacking the new boy.
Claude Venner looks at the group, as if trying to guess who he was referring. And then he saw it.
"Oh ... Go." You are the boy of that corner, "he said, recognizing Micah.
"It seems yes," Micah replied, quiet, although his eyes kept watching the soldiers.
Venner looked at his men.
"Wait a moment." Bring nurse Jessica.
One of the soldiers nodded and, after a few seconds, returned accompanied by a young woman in about twenty. He had tied hair and a serene face.
"Cur them, please," the director could.
The nurse nodded in silence and approached one by one. With precise movements and using their ability, he was treating them. In seconds, wounds, cuts and physical exhaustion began to disappear. Rowan, Jamie, Aeris, Geica ... Everyone regained strength.
When he finished, he simply retired with a slight reverence. Claude Venner thanked him in a low voice and then directed his attention to Leyra.
"You come as a new one, isn't it, a young girl?"
"Yes ..." Leyra replied with a calmer tone, although he still leaned slightly on Micah.
The director nodded with a slight smile.
"They can retire for the moment." In a few hours, they will be called to deliver their reports.
Rowan snorted, relieved, but before leaving, he looked again at the director.
Similarly, others were leaving, but Micah and read no.
"I hope you reward us for this, director." If something like this happens again ... it could be worse. How the hell is it possible for a class E's creature to appear on a lower island than all the others?
Venner did not respond. He only observed them in silence, as if he were already processing the situation from another angle.
Then he approached a few more steps, fixing the look at Micah and Leyra.
"Can you accompany me for a moment, boys?"
They both looked at him without responding immediately.
"It won't be for a long time," he added quietly. But before ... what Mr. Rowan said, is it true?
Micah and Leyra exchanged a brief look. Then, as if they had agreed without saying a word, Micah nodded.
-Yeah. It seemed an insect ... like a mantis, but with a strange color, "he finally replied, giving voice to both. Although ... I did nothing to me or Micah. To others yes. Maybe thanks to them we could return safely.
Claude nodded, without changing the calm expression.
-I understand. Thank you.
He gestured with his hand, inviting them to walk with him.
"As I told them, accompany me, please." It is to take your reports ... and officially process your licenses as new spokesmen.
Lyrics advanced with a slight head inclination.
"Yes, of course," he replied without hesitation.
Micah only followed her in silence, without objecting.
Claude led them to a vehicle parked near the edge of the makeshift track.
Both went up without saying anything else.
The three soldiers who accompanied the director headed to another transport, a larger one, and started shortly after.
The motor of the car roared softly as they moved away from the place, leaving the crack behind ... and whatever it would have been inside.
That he was still there because they failed to destroy the nucleus inside it.
[Activation Registration Center - Downtown ~ 10 a.m.]
The vehicle doors opened gently. In front of them, the CRA building rose, an imposing structure in the middle of Downtown, quite far from the neighborhood where they lived. The director also descended from the car next to them.
"Buy me, guys," he said in his typical calm voice.
They followed him. Two guards flanked the main entrance. As soon as they saw the director approach, they opened the door with a firm gesture.
"Good morning, director." Welcome, pass.
The director responded with a slight head inclination and continued moving forward, guiding Micah and reads inside. The lobby was full of movement: people in front of computers, others being treated, staff reviewing reports ... in front of them, another guard guarded a second door.
He opened it as soon as he saw the director, without saying a word, just making a gesture to let him pass.
The director crossed the door, followed by Micah and Leyra. They took the closest elevator and climbed to the last floor. Upon arrival, he led them to an office. The three entered.
"Well, guys ... I regret that they had to go through that in their first excursion to the island," said the director as he left a report. Micah Aetherion, 17. Leyra Holden, 16, "he read quietly.
"It is weird that a creature of that class has appeared on an island of lower level," he continued. To solve this incident, I will ask you discretion. No one is going to be silenced, but we do ask them not to talk about it for the moment. Not because it is bad, but because we are facing a completely new phenomenon. The E -class E team will enter the crack to hunt the Vigarth.
The director turned to Micah.
-Coven Micah, I would like to ask for a personal favor.
"What kind of favor, Mr. Director?" Asked Micah.
-In the report you written mentioned that no system or screen appeared, as with others. That, on the other hand, you have a brand on the back ... is that true?
"That's right, director," Micah replied without Rodeos.
"Would you allow me to see her?"
-OK. I guess you need to verify it.
Micah took off her shirt and then the pole. The director got up while Leyra watched him, sitting. Micah turned around, showing the drawing. The director slightly frowned: he could not identify what it was exactly.
-That's all. You can dress again.
Micah put on his clothes and his cap again while the director continued.
"I don't know what kind of spokesmen you are, but according to the report, you can use superhuman force, although in a limited way." That is enough to classify yourself as class F spokespersons. And you, Miss Leyra, according to records, you are a spokesman like others. You can use telekinesis. That's ok.
While talking, the director sitting down again, crossing his legs calmly.
Do you want to leave for another island tomorrow? It won't be in Central Park, but beyond this area. It has been there for three weeks, and so far, no one has gone. The same team will be assigned, but this time they'll be accompanied by a class and a spokesperson to prevent another tragedy like the previous one. Do you agree?
Micah raised her hand before answering.
"No spokesman licenses?" When will they give them to us, director?
- At least three entries to the islands are required to deliver an official license. But ... I will make an exception for you, considering what happened today. Go tomorrow, complete their work, and they will be granted the license. They will be only two excursions, an exception. Do you agree with that?
-Clear. Without problems, director, "they both replied at the same time.
The director released a slight laugh, grateful for the attitude of the boys.
-Good. Thanks for your attention, guys. Do you want them to accompany them to the exit or prefer to go on their own?
"We will on our own," Micah replied.
-Good. Take care then, boys. Good luck with tomorrow's excursion.
Micah closed the door behind them. The director was thoughtful for a few seconds, but then he sat down again on his desk, and with no more in mind.
This is how Micah and Leyra left the building. They took a taxi to return to their homes. They talked a little during the journey. The return trip lasted almost the same as when they left from Central Park, although with a few more minutes.