The minds of all six agents reeled from the tumultuous waves of will slamming through their consciousness.
Captain Carl hissed in apprehension. He didn't know what was worse — the fact that there could be a human wielding such power, or the fact that there was a beast that pushed him to this state.
He glanced back at his subordinates. They seemed out of it, mirroring the doll-like expression of Tevin.
He frowned. Why was he the only one conscious?
'Is it that my will is stronger, so I can resist the lack of autonomy?' he realized.
Not wasting time, he dragged his men out one after the other.
All five soldiers woke one after the other, their faces painted with horror.
Tevin, still trembling, had a terrified expression on his face as he cocked his gun, aiming at the unconscious body of the teenager. His trembling fingers rested on the trigger.
