Chapitre 139: Horrors of Hell [7]

January 19th, 23:51, 2149. One of the main military bases in southern Spain: Fortaleza del Sol.

The base had devolved into a brutal symphony of chaos. Sirens screeched in manic rhythm, burrowing into the skull, their shrill wails entangled with the pounding, animalistic thunder of boots slamming down the corridors. The hallways, once sterile and controlled, now reeked of terror—a pungent blend of sweat, gun oil, and cold metal.

"Stay away from the entrance!"

"Get to the underground bunker, now!"

"This is Fortaleza del Sol! Requesting immediate backup—no, to hell with it, we need rescue! I repeat, we need rescue! An unknown type of void creature has infiltrated and massacred everyone who tried to stop it!"