The youth shouted as if he was having a mental breakdown, his back pressing against the cold wall. He took a step forward, running towards the passageway outside of the hall.
At this moment, several battle personnel guarding the passageway heard the commotion and hurried over. They met the youth head-on. The youth, his face full of panic, stumbled and almost fell to the ground. But he quickly straightened up, leaning one hand against the wall and racing towards the outside of the passageway.
"What's going on?"
The several battle personnel looked at each other. They decided to check the conversion pool first. Only a few dozen steps forward, the battle personnel entered the hall, only to see the research staff in their characteristic uniform leaving the conversion pool. There were about a dozen, clumsily moving towards them. Their faces were expressionless, their gaze dull, like puppets. The movement of their limbs was uncoordinated, as if they were just adapting to their bodies.
