Kuro reached the limit of his psychic powers. The psychic light of his eyes flickered. The psychic hand in the air grew faint then formed once again. The missile trapped in the hand began to inch forward once again.
The other-dimensional wolf with thick, grey fur. These were the dragon army's minions and a legendary monster. A single werewolf was sprinting toward Han.
Han moved to the backside of the dimensional crack. Silence and Simon moved to the front side of the Elu tribe. Silence and Simon lowered their body once they drew closer to the previous camp location.
Han said bitterly. Instructor Wei chuckled. Han's mind was going in circles. He had come here to get some advice, instead he was getting lectured.
He used minimal psychic energy to telekinetically crack open the door. As soon as the door opened, the Elu's blade struck out.
During the operation, there is a stage when psychic energy is induced. They would force their psychic energies to circulate more naturally around their body so that they would have an easier time using their powers.
Cold sweat fell from Kijo's forehead. The steel rubbish bin next to him was instantly crushed. The rubbish bin was crumpled into the size of a tiny fist through telekinesis.
'Jose is skilled in close combat, he's good at fighting together as a team, and he pays attention to his teammates before making his next move.'
"I can't use telekinesis like Kuro, but I thought fine tuning my strength with telekinesis was a plausible solution. If I failed, nothing could be helped. But, it would be better than doing nothing, right? The idea suddenly popped into my head and I went ahead and tried it."
Karlheinz was taken aback. He accepted his leading position while scratching his head. He spoke while looking to Han.
A short yelp reverberated. Han consecutively shot his gun until he emptied his magazine. The other team began cursing from within the smoke.
The Elu mage had remained in hiding for the past ten years. It was cunning and careful. Yet, the Elu mage did not escape this dangerous situation and chose to remain near the dimensional crack.
Instructor Wei scratched his chin. Being ambidextrous was highly advantageous for a martial artist. Through switching hands, one can plan irregular attacks.
"Remain silent about all topics that relate to Squad Whiskey, Han. The higher-ups have not received a report on this secret military operation. People from the committee will attempt to dig some information out of you. Simon has also been informed of this as well."
Han felt psychologically repulsed. They had been forced to become adults. Teens in their early 10s had been turned into adults through drugs.
Two weeks had passed already. The children who were able to manifest psychic powers were relaxed, but for the remainder of the stragglers, their expressions were darkening by the day.
Someone barged in without knocking. There was no one in Squad 13 who would behave like that. Han narrowed his eyes. The person who had let himself in wasn't the most pleasing guest.
Inspector Rue, who stood between a crowd of people, discovered a person with a handgun and attacked him.
Elu hunters were naturally very thin and lanky. They had no whites to their eyes and a strange, creepy light seemed to reflect from them. Their ears twitched catching every little noise around themselves.
Han was summoned to the guest receiving room. The floor was covered with luxurious carpets and rugs; a cup of hot, steaming black tea was already prepared on the table. After a brief moment, a man walked into the room. Han observed the military insignia and reflexively saluted.
"You will be the squad 7's main supporter. You're weak in close combat, however, your psychic strength is excellent so this position is perfect for yourself."
Han had experiences that others in Ark had not. These experiences could not be forcefully learned through artificial training drills. The chances of someone surviving through such circumstances were slim.