"Containment breach level two, Mobile Task Force, Aggregation, awaken."
The voice that rang out from the factory reached everyone's ears, sounding no different than a bomb exploding beside them. The Foundation had left more than just one Task Force behind.
At this point, everyone wished they had a couple more legs to run with; they discarded anything unnecessary except for their weapons.
"Thud~" Norden fell heavily to the ground, his pale face propped up by a trembling right hand, bleeding from a waist wound—he had been shot during the skirmish with the Task Force.
"Get up quickly!" A tentacle reached out and coiled around him, lifting him off the ground—that was Charles's tentacle.
With his right leg injured, he could only move using those translucent tentacles, appearing to others as if he was floating in mid-air.
A crack emanating light appeared in the distance, right before them; the gap between them was less than three hundred meters.
