"The spatial corridor is stable. It will take them back safely." Young Ace announced as my people shivered from the sinister energy that came out of this tear in space.
With a wave of his sleeves, a white mysterious mark appeared on everyone's wrist except for five individuals.
A frown adorned his aged face as he once again waved his hand at us waiting for something to happen. Five small translucent triangles headed for our wrists but again dissipated a few centimeters from our skin.
"What is this?" A war veteran asked as he and his comrades frantically fought with all their might in trying to erase the mark.
"Are you loosing your touch old man?" The old woman questioned with a displeased look on her wrinkled face. "Hurry up, we don't want them to contaminate our world."
