No one really seemed sure of what to do or how to act. Victor, Rupert, and the rest of the anomaly response team kept their weapons raised, fingers hovering near the triggers, but everyone looked torn between two equally terrifying choices: shoot and maybe alert the thing that was stalking us... or stay silent, frozen, just waiting and praying it didnât notice us.
The worst part was, we couldnât even see it. Like Victor had said earlier, risking a shot only for the bullets to ricochet didnât seem like a safe option.
The team member was still sitting on the ground, face stiff with pure terror as he kept his weapon aimed at the mist above. Honestly, I was a little surprised he hadnât just fired instinctively.
Out of all of us, he was the most exposed. On top of that, he was visibly nervous: sweat ran down his forehead, and his trembling fingers gripped the part near the trigger far too tightly.
I heard someone swallow behind me. Then silence took over. The noises stopped. No growls, no dry sound of rocks tumbling down the canyon below. Just heavy silence.
Yeah... honestly, that was what made it even scarier. I could still feel the thingâs presence above us. Everyone had caught a glimpse of its shape, or at least part of it, in the mist just seconds ago. We had no idea if it would attack, and that uncertainty made the situation far worse than if it had just tried to kill us all at once.
We were completely in the dark: was this thing friendly or hostile? Considering everything that had happened so far, I was seriously starting to doubt it was harmless.
Victor, Rupert, and Arthur seemed to share the same thought. You just had to notice the stiffness in their bodies, the careful way Rupert and Victor held their weapons, and the uneasy glances cast toward the mist above. Still, the thing didnât move. No sound, not the slightest sign of motion.
But putting aside the fact that we had no idea when, or even if, it would attack, the team member remained a few steps away from where we were. Victor, for his part, seemed to be assessing our options, deciding what the best course of action would be.
The rest of the team stayed completely silent, bodies tense, weapons raised, just in case something did emerge from the mist. Honestly, I hoped no one would fire if the anomaly appeared. Maybe... somehow, unexpectedly, it could be friendly.
I decided to act first. My hands slowly became enveloped in a dark mist, cold as the night itself. Under everyoneâs watchful eyes, I crouched carefully and, without making a sound, touched the ground with my palms.
The darkness then spread along my arms, slithering across the ground until it reached the fallen team member in front of me. He noticed the shadow approaching, following its advance with tired eyes, but he didnât show fear. By now, I imagined everyone understood that I wasnât a hostile anomaly.
My shadow slipped across the ground and under the distant team member, enveloping him like a living cloak. The nearby response agents continued scanning the surroundings, alert to any sign, but I noticed their eyes occasionally flicking toward the distant teammate, carrying faint concern.
Slowly, I began dragging his body toward us. He floated a few inches above the ground, suspended by darkness, making no sound at all. No friction, no crackling, just the silent movement of the shadow.
Honestly, I was starting to wonder if this thing could even hear. I hadnât ruled it out entirely, but it was undeniable that careful movements with weapons, slight grip adjustments, and the scrape of metal on fabric created small sounds in the air.
When I finished pulling the team member into our position, I noticed relief spreading across the faces around me. Shoulders relaxed, some hands finally loosened their grip on the weapons. Victor was the first to react: he helped him up with a quick motion and immediately looked upward.
We still didnât have a clear view of the anomaly. In fact, the idea that it was still up there was just a guess, a dangerous guess too risky to ignore, but too risky to test. And judging by the tense silence that settled, no one seemed willing to be the first to pay the price to find out if we were right.
Victor turned his attention to the other team members, catching every glance. With precise finger movements, he began signaling, gestures that, while I didnât understand the meaning, clearly conveyed a message. Something like âLetâs move forward, carefullyâ seemed to be what he was communicating.
I saw several subtle nods around me, almost imperceptible. Finally, Victor turned to me. I didnât wait for him to gesture or signal, I spoke directly in his mind: (Shall we continue quietly?)
Victor blinked for a moment, then nodded firmly. I returned the gesture. In the next instant, we began backing up, step by cautious step. But one doubt lingered: would we get anywhere this way? It didnât look promising. Even moving at a decent pace, it felt like we were stuck in the same spot, walking in circles without direction.
We kept backing up, step by step, and so far, it seemed like we were doing fine. At least, we hadnât yet alerted the anomaly to our presence, if it was even still there. But, unfortunately, that sense of safety didnât last long.
As I took another step back, a sharp crack shattered the silence beneath my feet. Eyes turned toward me as I blinked, confused. When I finally looked down, I saw a fist-sized rock completely shattered, scattering shards like tiny black crystals across the ground.
I felt the weight of dozens of eyes on me, most full of disbelief and dread, as if my single step had broken some delicate balance we didnât even know existed.
I turned toward the othersâ gazes, mainly Victor, Rupert, and Arthur. Rupert and Victor looked utterly stunned, mouths slightly open, sweat trickling down their foreheads along lines that mirrored the tension in the air.
Arthur, on the other hand, seemed more concerned than surprised. His eyes were fixed on the mist hovering over the canyon, showing he could see something we couldnât.
And that was the exact moment I felt it, a shiver running down my spine, that other eyes were watching us from some hidden spot above the fog, silent but undeniably there.
Not knowing how to explain it, I just let my thoughts slip. Mentally, I shared the first thing that came to mind with everyone around me: (Ahnnn... sorry?)
As if a chain reaction had been triggered, debris began falling from the purple rocks above the canyon, crashing down with a dull thud that made the ground tremble beneath our feet.
The air filled with dust, and the smell of shattered stone hit our nostrils, while a heavy sense of imminent danger pressed down on us. Everyone, instinctively, furrowed their brows or stiffened their shoulders, nervous reflexes in the face of what was coming.
Victor shot me a quick look. I returned it, and in that tense silence, we understood each other without a word. Then, breaking the moment of confusion, Victor yelled, his voice cutting through the echo of falling debris: âRun!â
At a single command, everyone spun and bolted. No questions, no hesitation. Honestly, who would be crazy enough to question such a perfectly reasonable order in the situation we were in?
Our footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor as we ran, bouncing off the cold walls. Meanwhile, whatever was above us kept pursuing, the snaps and creaks of something moving through the canyon becoming a constant presence.
Through my foggy vision, I suddenly saw something slicing through the air with brutal force. A claw, rough and segmented, like that of a giant crab.
In an instant, it snatched one of the team members, who screamed in panic as they were lifted off the ground, slowly disappearing into the thick curtain of fog.
Cold fear shot through us like a jolt, but Victor didnât hesitate. With a firm voice, he ordered: âShoot that thing!â
Gunfire rang out through the dense mist, ricocheting off the walls, as the team kept their fingers tight on the triggers, aiming for the grotesque extension of the anomalyâs arm.
The tense silence was ripped apart by a guttural roar that cut through the air after several seconds of relentless shooting. Finally, the anomaly released the team member it had held, and the manâs scream of horror merged with the dull thud of his body hitting the ground.
I made a quick gesture with my hand, and my arms returned to their dark, smoking hue. I touched the ground for an instant, and in the next second something like a slide burst from the surface, as if it were being shaped by the shadow itself.
The structure stretched out and coiled through the air, reaching toward the response team member who was plummeting to his death. The moment he hit the makeshift ramp, his body was caught by the slope and began sliding back, picking up speed in our direction.
I lifted my eyes again, trying to probe the thick fog above. I couldnât make out the full extent of the body moving up there, but amid the hazy distortions and swirling mist, one thing was chillingly clear: this wouldnât be the only attack weâd face.
The next few seconds were wrapped in absolute silence. No one dared to be the next to test the anomalyâs claws. But silence, as always, was useless. Another claw shot out, slicing through the fog toward one of the team members.
This time, though, he was faster. With a sudden leap to the side, he narrowly avoided the strike by a hairâs breadth, feeling the slicing wind of the claw brush past him before he slammed his back against the wall. A soft groan of pain escaped his lips, barely audible, but he held his ground, eyes still fixed on the mist.
Finally, realizing that silence wouldnât give them any advantage, Rupert broke the quiet with a tense voice: âVictor... I think we should fall back. I canât see a single future where we come out of this thing aliveâ he said, his eyes sweeping over the whitish mass ahead. He swallowed hard before going on, his jaw tight with anxiety: âI donât feel even a little confident watching someone elseâs back when I can barely take care of my ownâ
âI know... Weâre not even really hurting the thing, just making it angrierâ Victor replied, his steady voice echoing through the canyon: âWeâll pull back in an organized way. Keep a formation where everyone can cover each other and help if anyone falls behindâ
Rupert spoke again, his voice laced with irony as a crooked smile tugged at his lips: âGreat plan. A lot better than just standing around waiting to get snatched up... and eaten, I supposeâ He gave a small shake of his head, as if acknowledging the absurdity of their situation, his eyes still glinting with a dry humor that barely masked the tension of the moment.