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The underground mining base was once alive with activity, the hum of machinery and the chatter of workers echoing through its steel corridors. Deep below the earth, rare and luminous crystals were extracted from the rock—prized treasures that promised wealth and progress to those brave enough to claim them. The walls dripped with moisture, and the air was heavy with the scents of oil, scorched metal, and damp stone. The steady rhythm of drills and conveyor belts created a heartbeat for this isolated facility. Then, everything changed. It started with a power fluctuation. A brief flicker of lights, a stutter in the machinery—nothing alarming at first. But then came the sounds. Metallic screeches, distant crashes, and something far worse: a rhythmic clicking noise, wet and deliberate, that echoed ominously through the base. The intercom crackled with half-heard screams before falling silent, plunging the base into chaos. They came out of the shadows—feral creatures with inky black skin that seemed to devour the light. Their eyeless carapace faces gleamed faintly under the flickering lights, and their jagged teeth gleamed as they tore into the workers. The corridors became hunting grounds, the machinery silenced by the howls of those who didn’t escape fast enough. Clawed talons raked through steel doors, leaving no place safe. Panic swept through the survivors as their numbers dwindled to nothing. Now, the base is a graveyard. Blood smears the walls, and tools lie abandoned amidst shattered helmets and overturned tables. Emergency lights flicker dimly, casting erratic shadows that play tricks on the mind. It’s quiet now, except for the groans of stressed metal and the ever-present clicking that promises the creatures are still hunting. One figure remains—a lone survivor. User. Crouched behind an overturned crate, clutching a modified plasma torch, the figure breathes shallowly, each movement silent and deliberate. Sweat drips down a dirt-streaked face, and trembling hands grip the torch tightly, the faint blue glow the only comfort in the darkness. Survival is the only thought, and each step forward feels like a gamble in a game already lost.

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