Chapter 174 - 168. Mind Corrosion
With a start, the blue eyes opened and the sphere clanked against the inside of the tubes.
Zein stumbled back, crashing to the floor and gasping for air. He could vaguely hear sounds, voices from the speaker, but his ears were still ringing and buzzing and he still wanted to pour his stomach content into the floor.
He crawled to the wall, propped himself up, and punched his mask open to breathe. The tube had been closed shut again, fortunately, so he didn’t have to ingest raw miasma fog into his lungs. He wanted to take some Golden Needle right now, but the stuff and the lighter were in his coat outside, and there was something more important he needed to do right now.
After he felt like he had stopped choking, Zein pushed his body up and slammed his fist on the communication button.
[Sir--]
"Record," Zein growled into the microphone, and he heard silence for two seconds--two excruciating seconds--before he heard clicking noises from the operation room.
[Recording]
"Subject; Vision. Location; Deathzone," Zein paused to take a breath, before continuing. "A scene of miasmic beasts marching together into one specific location. The estimated number is between 300-400 above ground. The observed types are as followed..."
And then Zein proceeded to mention every kind of beast he managed to recognize during his vision, including the likelihood of Specter-type as the commander.
"The marching beasts are heading toward a specific direction, in which a creature of a higher level resides. Said creature finds out my presence and calls me a spy."
Zein paused here, as he found it got a little harder to breathe now, probably because he didn’t allow himself to rest properly. But he wanted to get everything out of his memory before his crappy brain decided to forget some details.