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"Shit! Come on, hurry the fuck up! We don't have much time left!"
"I know! I know! I'm moving as fast as I can already!"
"God, please don't screw this up!"
"You guys should calm down and maybe lower your voice. We don't want to be heard by the demons."
"We aren't loud. This is panic whispering. Like an ASMR."
"Dude! Focus!"
"Sorry."
On some corner of the Lost Continent, a squad of soldiers was currently facing a troublesome matter.
Originally, they were here to build one of the traps that is necessary for the grand scheme of humans against the demons of this continent. The operation started out smoothly like any other; everything was calm and okay, but it quickly took a sharp turn simply because one of the soldiers made a little too much noise while working.
