Creed was absolutely glued to the scene in front of him. Through the transparent chamber window, he watched as the group of teenagers that were probably no older than him screamed and twitched under a storm of what looked like translucent, lightning-like energy strands.
The glowing strands didn't look all too harmful at first glance, but the way the youths reacted said otherwise.
They were contorting, crying, their veins bulging with a disturbing blue light as the strands dug into their skin and then vanished through their pores like living snakes.
Every few seconds, a strange gong-like sound would ring out, and the energy strands would pulse, latching even deeper into the kids' bodies like they were rewiring them from the inside out.
The whole process looked less like training and more like torture from a dystopian sci-fi novel.
And Creed, in all his socially normal glory, leaned in closer with wide eyes, muttering, "This is… kinda scary?"
