With their attention drawn to the dying gunner, they didn’t notice that the micoaz atl on the lower leg had begun eating its way through the floor of the helicopter. One soldier, kneeling down next to the gunner, felt his foot move through the rapidly widening hole. He panicked and tried to move to safety but slipped through the opening. The liquid attached itself to his boots and his clothes as he slipped. He grabbed a hold of the floor to catch himself, but it was covered in the liquid and burned through his hand before he had time to react. He screamed as he fell and hit the ground hard. The others in the chopper were yelling and trying desperately to avoid the spreading micoaz atl as it steadily ate through everything it touched.The chopper descended rapidly, and before it even touched the ground, the passengers began jumping out. While everyone watched the micoaz atl melt the chopper into a twisted pile of goop, Kyle noticed Isaac run off toward the mountain. As he chased after

Wilson took it one step further, removed his glove, and placed his hand into the mist.“I’m not feeling any pain,” he said. “If I focus, I can feel a slight tingling sensation, but that’s it. The eyes are much more sensitive to chemicals than the rest of the body, which is probably why it hurt Flint. If we keep our heads above the mist, which shouldn’t be difficult since it’s only a couple of feet deep, then we should be okay. But the tingling sensation does make me a bit nervous, so let’s try not to spend too much time in here. Every once in a while, rotate into the circle so you’re not exposed to the mist for too long especially if it starts to irritate you. We’ll all take turns.”“Easy for you to say—you get to stay in the clearing the whole time,” said Ghost.“I would take turns if I could. I’m sorry,” said Wilson.They carefully ventured out into the mist. Wilson charged up the lightning sword again to make the circle as large as possible. As they moved, their attention turned to

He reached in with his sword and pressed on a stone floor tile; spears shot out of the walls of the entranceway. He pressed on another stone tile, and a shower of micoaz atl sprayed from the ceiling. Some got on his glove, which he quickly removed. His sword, however, vaporized any micoaz atl that hit it. He passed the sword to his still-gloved left hand and began pressing tiles again. He discovered through the process of elimination which tiles were safe to step on and which ones weren’t. They still entered the room very slowly and cautiously on the off chance he had missed one.Once inside, Kora knew exactly where to look. She moved some old treasure out of the way, and there it was, lying on the stone shelf behind the treasure—her sword. Even covered in dust, she couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. She reached for it. As soon as she touched it, a wave of energy flowed through her. Frost made its way up her fingers, and a slight breeze blew through her hair. She clenched the hand

She tried again, this time focusing on the objective. A burst of icy wind shot out of the sword. It created some icicles at the edge of the platform but nothing near what she needed. She practiced for a bit while Wilson tried to regain his strength. She was getting better and better at it until she finally created a thin layer of ice all the way to the beach. It only lasted a few seconds, but seeing this gave her a boost of confidence. She kept practicing, and it wasn’t long before she was able to create one thick enough for them to cross.She smiled and turned to Wilson.“You ready?”“As ready as I’m going to be, but I’ll need your help,” he said.She helped him to his feet. He was still so weak that she needed to support most of his weight. They began walking out onto the ice. It was much more difficult to keep from slipping with Wilson leaning on her. When they were about a third of the way across, they started to hear the cracking sound. They looked behind them to see the bridge b

As I skillfully maneuver through the forest, silence surrounds me.As I move closer to the source, I can taste the faint scent of smoke on my tongue.My hand is put on the knife on my thigh.There is a strong rotting smell that almost makes me vomit as I get closer.As I steel myself, I begin to breathe through my mouth.That smell is not pleasant.It's filthy and has a gloomy odor.While a faint sensation of nerves touches my feet, my heart beats slowly;urging me to flee.Once I locate the smell's source, I nearly vomit.The young woman's body is lying on the ground.A cut on her head is causing her blonde waves to turn crimson.To mask the stench, a small fire that is currently dying has been started.She has lifeless skin that is almost transparent, indicating that something is missing.The evidence and the way out are the bite marks on her neck.She lost all of her blood to something.She has broken her nails and is covered in blood and mud, indicating that she could not continue the fight.Her