"Everyone, remain calm!" President Laine orders, raising her voice over the mayhem. "Return to your tasks! Handlers, focus on guiding our espers back to base. Drone pilots, I want as much visibility on these creatures as possible! Get me a count!"
Everyone hops to it, techs rushing to fix or replace damaged feeds and a cacophony of voices rising like a tide.
"How are there so many?" Noel mutters wildly to himself. Every screen his eyes dart to seems to show a different entity, all similarly gnarled and discolored, dressed in unidentifiable rags, moving with unnatural gaits and yet still quick as lightning. They appear to only care about the espers, bypassing the malforms entirely, unless one gets in their way. Noel watches an entity blast a hole through a beast-type malform, climb through, and continue forward in pursuit of a young woman.
Only esper energy can destroy a malform.
