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Welcome to my blog, I am here today to take you with me to one of my worlds. On this occasion, we will continue with the story where we left it in the last post, and we’ll live it from Keiser’s own skin.
Paralyzed by that man’s intense stare, he gives a step back and, without enough strength to make a sound, starts walking outside. Limping, he moves away from us and, staggering, he increases his steps when he sees that the huge door starts to close on its own due to its monstrous weight. Focusing myself again on the rude man, I watch how he handles his watch and, in a few seconds, a strange figure grows between the bars in the form of a hologram.
“This is what you wanted to show me?” I ask him incredulously, not understanding what the uncountable forms he just created mean. “I thought you’d at least bring me something that would spark a pinch of interest.”
“It seems.” He says, locking his eyes, bather by the fire of the worst hell, on me. “That you do not understand what I have in my hands.”
“Zayron.” I tell him, rubbing my eyes, irritated, due to the endless fatigue tormenting me. “Do me a favor and get to the point, there are issues in the hangar that require my attention.”
“These.” He says, standing and raising his hands, starts to manipulate the hologram. “Are the hangar’s issues.”
Making his fingers dance with surprising skill, he starts to change the holographic figures until they are enlarged, a few meters above us. Dumbfounded, I examine the precise illustration of what seems to be our enemy’s base.