"Send in another chicken and take it out when it looks like it's dying again," Tristan ordered.
Mike stepped into the coop, grabbed another rooster, and placed it in front of them. Before the bird could run or even flap its wings, the STAU had already flicked his wrist, swiftly pulling the rooster into his space.
Just like before, the rooster panicked, flapping its wings and searching desperately for an escape.
The rooster must have sensed the imminent danger of death in that space, triggering its survival instincts and making it restless.
Its movements grew weaker by the second, and just before it collapsed, the STAU pulled it from the space. The rooster hit the ground, motionless.
Slowly but surely, the rooster began to stir. It took a full five minutes before it managed to stand, as if it had just narrowly escaped death. Another three minutes passed before it regained its energy, moving with renewed vigor.
