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In the boundless void of the subspace, John and his companions found themselves in an incredible realm. Alixia was fully focused on maintaining a psychic shield, ensuring their protection in this unfathomable space. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her eyes shimmered with intense and unwavering determination, revealing the immense effort she was putting into sustaining the shield.
John and Karenmu stood at the edge of the shield, gazing solemnly at the surrounding subspace. The space exhibited a deep purple hue, profound and mysterious, giving the impression of an unreachable depth. The vastness and silence of the subspace evoked a profound sense of loneliness and insignificance.
In this environment, both of them felt a chilling sense of horror, as if countless pairs of eyes were peering in the dark, staring at them from every corner and every shadow. This feeling made their hearts tighten and their hair stand on end.
John, as an experienced mercenary captain, unconsciously picked up his pistol, holding it firmly and decisively in his hands. His eyes were full of vigilance, ready at all times to face any potential unknown threats. Karenmu also reacted in the same way, gripping his mechanical warhammer tightly, ready for battle.
In subspace, time and space seem to lose their meaning, and everything is filled with uncertainty and the unknown. They know that once the shield is broken, this mysterious and dangerous space will consume them. Everyone knows in their hearts that this escape is not the end, but the beginning of the next unknown battle.
In that deep and unfathomable subspace, Karenmu's figure appears particularly firm and sacred. He chants words in his mouth, his voice deep and full of power, as if performing some ancient and mysterious mechanical incantation. His giant hammer moves slowly in his hand, shimmering with a faint but firm light, as if he is striving to use some sacred power to protect himself and his companions.
However, at that moment, Alixia suddenly shouted with urgency and worry, " Karenmu, don't! This will only accelerate... the speed at which they are targeted!" Her psychic shield had already begun to appear precarious, and Karenmu's actions seemed to cause some kind of disturbance in this mysterious space.
Taktron, standing on the side, was busy, his fingers tapping quickly on the device, showing his efforts to accelerate the preparation for the subspace transfer. His expression was solemn, as if racing against time with every second.
"Hurry up!" Alixia shouted again, her voice revealing urgent anxiety. Her shield had started to crack, and her power seemed to be rapidly depleting.
"I'm trying!" Taktron responded, his voice tense and urgent. "I need some more time!"
At this moment, John tightly gripped his handgun, standing at the edge of the protective shield, his eyes firmly fixed on his surroundings. He knew deep down that any slight negligence could turn this subspace into their grave. Every second was filled with unknown dangers, and they could only rely on Taktron's technology and Alixia's power to maintain hope for survival.
John kept his gaze fixed on the psychic shield that Alixia was struggling to maintain. Suddenly, he felt a chill rush from his spine to his head, and his limbs seemed to be shackled by icy restraints, unable to move. His gaze froze in the empty space ahead, where there seemed to be an unfathomable presence silently peering at them. This sensation was beyond visual perception, yet so real, as if countless eyes were fixed on him from every angle, every moment.
John's heart raced as he involuntarily gripped the gun, ready to respond to any unknown threat at any moment. Horrifying visions began to appear before his eyes: massive tentacles slowly emerged from the void, their surfaces wet and cold, evoking a repulsive sensation. These tentacles slowly coiled around John's body, binding him tightly and rendering him unable to escape.
These tentacles not only bound John's physical body, but also delved deep into his psyche, causing him to experience unprecedented fear and despair. His mind was filled with silent screams and wails, emanating from the depths of his soul. He attempted to shout, only to find his voice disappearing into the silent void.
John struggled in the entanglement of these tentacles, his consciousness beginning to blur, feeling as if he was being swallowed by the abyss. Fear spread within him, as if a dark force was trying to erode his will. In this unreal space, John sensed a deep and ancient evil that transcended all his cognition and experience.
In the abyss-like darkness of subspace, John suddenly felt a tremendous pressure crushing his will, causing him to involuntarily kneel. His hands tightly grasped his head, as if trying to prevent those intangible voices from invading his thoughts. Those whispers echoed in this silent void, growing louder, but John could not comprehend their meaning. However, these voices seemed to carry some ancient incantation, piercing directly into the depths of his soul through his eardrums.
John felt an indescribable pain spreading between his body and mind. It was not just physical pain, but also a torment deep in his soul. He felt himself being worn down little by little, his thoughts becoming confused, his memories starting to blur, and everything slowly losing its shape in these whispers.
In this inescapable predicament, John felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. He tried to call out to his teammates, but found that his voice seemed to be swallowed by the space, unable to make any sound. His vision began to blur, and everything around him became distorted and unreal under this evil force.
The whispered voice seemed to carry an ancient curse, with each syllable sounding like a call from a distant, dark age, binding John's soul tightly. In this moment, John felt as if he had been thrown into a bottomless abyss, his sense of existence gradually being consumed by this unfathomable darkness.
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