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The horrifying, twisted shape of the Phasmophage sent a jolt of terror surging through Lyra.
Blocked off with nowhere to run, she slammed the main door shut and twisted the lock tight without hesitation.
At the same time, she rushed to send a message to Hadrien.
Hadrien’s alert had already arrived the second the alarm blared.
He wrote that he was rushing over. If she was still inside the cell block, she needed to find a secure hiding spot immediately and stay far away from every Sentinel–especially those on the third floor.
Lyra glanced over her shoulder.
The deafening alarm could no longer drown out all the noise pouring from the Sentinels, driven wild by the psychic monster’s influence.
They wore none of the shielding helmets assigned to guards. Unlike ordinary staff, who only had their emotions and minds drained, the Sentinels endured direct psychic assault.
The pain of having contaminants stripped away during purification was matched by the pain of a psychic monster increasing their contaminant level.
Sentinels still holding human form let out muffled, strained groans.
Those on the third floor trapped in full feral transformation had lost every shred of consciousness. Overwhelmed by pain, they roared and threw themselves against the barriers.
Loud banging and scraping echoed through the hall. The steel doors on the third floor, repaired only recently, threatened to buckle once again.
Lyra’s heart lurched with panic. There was no time to process the crisis.
A sharp sizzling sound cut through the air. She whipped her head around, eyes going wide in shock.
Thick, heavy metal was corroding, thin plumes of white smoke curling off its surface.
A harsh, acrid stench filled the corridor, forcing Lyra to hold her breath and step backward.
Moments later, an indistinct, slender human–shaped outline burned into the steel barrier.
Crash.
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The corroded panel crashed heavily to the ground. The grotesque Phasmophage stepped straight through the opening.
Lyra’s pupils trembled from shock.
How could this creature possess such a powerful corrosive ability?
The Phasmophage kept its perpetually horrified, warped expression. It locked onto its target and advanced straight toward Lyra.
Its arrival amplified the psychic pressure bearing down on all Sentinels, including the feral ones on the third floor.
Agony tore at their minds, vision swimming black. Many craved nothing more than to end the torture by any means.
Lyra listened to their tormented cries while watching the monster close in. Her chest heaved, her face drained of all color from fright.
“Lyra… hide… hide quickly p>
Someone forced the words out through searing cranial agony.
Their mental state was far too unstable; full feral transformation loomed. None dared summon their spirit animals to protect her.
Lyra’s legs shook. She darted a quick glance toward the cells, then spun and sprinted for Cell
Felix had occupied this room once, but after his transfer upstairs, it sat empty.
The burst of speed sent a dull ache throbbing in her ankle.
Lyra did not slow. The pain grew sharper with every stride.
She did not want her injury to relapse, and she did not want to stay in a boring hospital again.
Even limping, she kept running.
This cell’s door was thicker than the main block entrance.
She could not tell if the monster hunted her specifically or had stumbled upon her by chance.
All she wanted was to lock herself inside the vacant room, buy time, and wait for Hadrien to arrive.
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She reached Cell 120 and fumbled to pull her keys free.
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Panic clouded her mind, making it impossible to think clearly. As she scrambled through her keyring, the Phasmophage drew closer step by step.
She glanced back. The mummified abomination stood less than five yards away. Terror clawed at her throat.
It crept forward silently whenever she turned her head, like some twisted children’s game.
To make matters worse, she could not locate the right key.
Lyra’s eyes stung, tears threatening to spill.
She finally grasped the correct key when the Phasmophage closed to barely two yards.
It was already too late to unlock the door.
Up close, the sheer dread of facing the Phasmophage was overwhelming.
Three dark hollow pits marked its face, resembling black holes in deep space, hungry to swallow every living thing.
Extreme fear triggered humanity’s primal fight–or–flight instinct.
A surge of adrenaline flooded her system, numbing pain and terror alike. Every trace of self- preservation roared to life, pushing her toward reckless, desperate resistance.
Every drop of blood fled Lyra’s face.
Overwhelmed by fright, she reacted instinctively and drove her foot hard into the advancing Phasmophage.
The instant her sole made contact, smoke sizzled off her shoe as if she had kicked burning embers.
Lyra ignored the hazard completely.
Only one thought blazed inside her mind: survive.
The Phasmophage looked terrifying, yet its body resembled a shrunken corpse encased in adipocere, frail and brittle.
Fueled by all her strength, Lyra sent it flying backward with a single kick.
The word fight took over every corner of her brain. Fear vanished.
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Seeing how fragile the monster truly was, adrenaline sent her courage soaring higher still.
She charged forward, eyes blazing red, and kicked repeatedly at the Phasmophage as it struggled to rise.
Die.
Monster, die.
Just die!
Hadrien was the first to arrive.
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